You were a thirteen year old kid, taking care of your little Brother/sister. Your parents died after trying to protect you two from the saviors attacking.

You had the door of the house open, watching your little brother/Sister (who was around the age of four) from outside the door as you were fixing up some boards outside the house. You hear a click behind you. A man, holding a gun in your direction. "Drop it and turn around. Now." He spoke with a slight southern accent.