I feared the worse for my new friends. I know raiders don't take survivors as captives unless their females. Females would be beaten, raped, then killed. Females that get captured wish that the raiders would've killed them.

"May god show you the path to those garden gates."

I remembered those words from my father from when grandpa died. A voice in the back of my head told me to stay focused. I couldn't help but feel angry, I turned around, grabbed my equipment, put on my homemade gilly suit and set out to seek revenge. My survival knife was in my right hand, I glanced at it only to find a reflection of a man with a rifle pointed at my head. I knew surrender meant death. I swiftly turned around, grabbed the gun and stabbed the raider in the head.

"Roger!"

I hear a man shouting outside. "Shit!" I whisper to myself.

"Did you find anything Roger? We need to hurry. I think the gun shots will attract Scals."

"Grand." I whispered. My door was closed from when the raider I killed closed it earlier. I locked the door, hoping to catch the other raiders attention, and so it did.

"Roger! Why'd you lock the door? Roger! Open the fucking door!" The raider was getting aggressive toward the door. While he banged on the door, I slipped through the back window to sneak behind him and get him by surprise. "Open this door Roger! Your starting to piss me off! Open the fucking door Roger! Roger?!"

At this point I was standing twenty feet behind him. I had murder in my eyes.

"Roger!" I walk up behind him, "Roger I'm about to leave with the other if you don't come out!"

"Rogers dead, and you are too."

He looked into my eyes and I seen fear, fear of death.

I grabbed him by his shirt and thrust my knife into his heart. Blood poured from the wound my blade inflicted as I tore it from his chest. His eyes filled with water and death, his mouth was red with blood as it spewed from open lips. I flung my knife away from me to get rid of the blood still on it. I looked around to see if there were others.

I heard voices coming from behind Mick and Alan's house and then a low cry. "The girl." I remembered why Mick tied her up for, but she doesn't deserve this.

I walked to the house and crept around the corner to spot the raiders making a camp for the night with the girl still tied up where she was before. I slowly counted the number of raiders there were. "1, 2, 3, 4, 5." I said to myself in a low voice. I see that they aren't carrying guns but poorly made metal weapons. "They are weak." I said to myself. To go so low to get food! Was it really worth it? Was there a purpose as to killing them? My anger grew the more I thought about it.

A raider walked up to the girl and told her to stop whining. "Shut up!"

"Let me go!" The girl cried.

"Why? Why should I let you go? Give me a reason as to why I should let you go? Give me one reason."

I looked at my colt revolver that held five rounds, I had five rounds left. I was saving them. I pulled it out, stood up and yelled. "I've got five reasons!" I ran towards them shooting the raiders. "ONE!" I shot one raider.
"TWO!" I shot two raiders. "THREE!" I shot three raiders. "FOUR!" I shot four raiders. I got the last raider standing next to the girl. "I stopped in front of him, pointed my gun at his head and shot him. "FIVE!"

As my mind was racing with pleasure of sweet revenge I forgot about the girl still tied up. I stood at the raiders corpse as his blood flowed to my boots. I had pictures going through my head of home and father. "I shouldn't have left." I admit I did a bad thing by leaving, but I didn't want to be cooped up in a vault my whole life. I needed adventure, to find trouble. I never thought that trouble would find me.