[iTurnMeOn]

Brandon peaked the corner, gun readied and sights set on his enemy. He peered around and saw them, two men. One was younger, maybe mid twenties, and the other looked older, possibly around his late fifties. Brandon took a deep breath, seeing them just sit there at the fire. He didn't want to, but he knew he had to, to survive and live on. He quickly made his way over to a mound of debris off to the side of him. One of the men looked up and reached for his gun, but soon retreated as he turned back to the other. The were talking, or at least, that's what it looked like. Brandon kept an eye on the two. He was still a bit shaken up form earlier when he had to kill that other guy. It wasn't something he enjoyed, but he did it to live. the supplies he had on hand were useful and Brandon needed anything he could get his hands on. Brandon continued to creep he way towards the two. He made a few stops, hiding in the shadows when he would notice one of the men stand up and look around or walk about the camp. Brandon didn't need any of them knowing he was around, not yet at least. Once he knew the coast was clear, he would continue again. It wasn't long till he got close enough and held them at gunpoint.

"Stand up" he said, his tone of voice rather fearful and strained. They sat there for a few second, motionless, till Brandon repeated himself. "I said stand up!" The two stood up slowly, one reached for his gun, and Brandon shot in it's general direction. "Don't do anything you'll fucking regret, got it? Now, put your hands behind your heads, turn around, and face me." The two men did as they were asked till the younger one reached for his his pocket to pull out a handgun. Brandon panicked and did the only thing that ran through his mind. Shot. There was some screaming and then crying. The older male ran over to the younger one, saying things like son. Brandon could felt bad, but he couldn't go back. He walked over to the older man who straddled the lifeless body of his son, Brandon pointing a gun right at his face. The man looked at him, fear in his eyes. "I'm sorry...dad." Shot.

"Fuck!" Brandon looked around him, seeing faces he remembered. "Brandon, wake up. This ain't the time to be sleeping on the job kiddo." James, the leader of there group called out to him. They were back out on the field, searching for supplies. Brandon hand nodded off after they took a break. He shook his head, rubbing his eyes slightly. Last night's sleep wasn't the most peaceful. "Sorry bout' that James." The older man scoffed and turned around looking out ahead. The two men were on okay grounds, but Brandon knew he never really trusted him. "Anyways, let's keep walking. We're easy pray for the scavengers if we're just sitting around." Brandon pushed himself off the ground and wiped himself off a bit, picking up his gun and walked ahead with the others. In the group so far were mostly men. It was hims, James, James' son, one of the other guys names Billy, and a girl named Jade. She was pretty hard-headed and was sort of like one of the boys. They took off this morning for supplies and were now headed back toward home base. It was a small camp grounds near a lake out in the forest. It was well hidden and of course the fear of intruders was always a concern, but many of the people that were part of this group were skilled enough to handle themselves in a fight, of course they chose to not get to involved in fighting.

"Hurry up, we don't want the sun setting before we reach base. Will only make it that much harder to get back home, now lets go." James yelled to the others before hurrying on ahead.