Chris's Sandshark story

Oh hey my name is Chris. I am 13 years old now a little info about me before we begin the story. I was born and raised in Pearl Harbor about 100 or so years after the the war that ended the world. It's the year 2138 I have no clue what the month or day is just the year from hearing from the other survivors. I was born in a Sandshark Camp but I ran away from them when I found out who they were when they killed my parents.

It happened when I was 9 and I was taught how to shoot, pick locks, kill those muts, and how to make a makeshift tent. So I stole a lot of food and ammo for the Mandel-11 and the Sawed Off Double barrel shotgun and food for a while then made my way out of that camp while everyone was either sleeping or quiet.

I was alone after that for a couple of years but I managed cause well sneaking in camps and stealing food... Yeah I was that kind of person sleeping in the cold and rain. If it wasn't that I was killing muts like there was no tomorrow. I managed to get another weapon while sneaking in a base. I found a compound bow with 15 arrows I never shot one but I used a mut and what was left of the sand bags that are still full of sand. I got good enough too keep it and stayed in every place I can and was smart about it. I stayed in trunks of cars, dumpsters, Semis, Abandoned houses, Garbage cans flipped upside down or with the cover to keep from the rain.