Butter-dragoness

         3 months have past since the construction began, and I've been spending time in my garage, since my dad's workout equipment was still there. I work out when I can, and in November food will soon become scarce. If I become stronger, I might last longer in the winter. I've stored lots of meat in the trailer for winter, but I fear it may run out before the snow is gone. It's about midday, I prepare for my usual afternoon nap when I hear men's voices, unfamiliar to the construction workers'. I peer outside to see 9 men in red uniforms touring the place with Ms.Pauling. The Mercs. "Hm, not too bad. A bit flat 'an borin' though." a young m

         It's been a week since my home was destroyed, and I'm certain this will continue for a long time. The men searched everywhere for survivors and were ordered to kill them on sight, but I hid in my garage that was untouched by the explosives. They told the world it was a terrible accident, them still getting sewed by the government. Everyone believes that I'm dead. Hunter and I survive on rabbits I hunt with the bow and occasionally some canned food that I packed. They left the vehicles in my neiborhood alone as well, so I've been living in my parents' trailer moter home. The men have started building 4 buildings; one closest to my hou

         I heard a elderly-sounding woman speaking through a microphone and large trucks outside on my street. I curiously peered out my bedroom window to see what all the fuss was about. Big Yellow construction trucks, a stage set up at the corner of my street. Then a wreaking ball rolls in. A wreaking ball?! I knew then and there something was defiantly wrong here. Suddenly, a bright red flashed at the corner of my eye. Fire. Men in yellow suits with flamethrowers burning my neighbor's house. I rushed to my parent's room, urging them to get up, pack everything and leave. "It's just roadwork, honey. There's no fire, go back to sleep." Being