The stolen truck was tucked away on an access road, on the other side of the camp. I sat directly across from the raiders approach, so I was the first face they saw. My mother sat to my left, Liz then Steven on my right. The teenagers were fiddling with the rabbits on the fire, trying to act casual. I took a drink of my water and stood up to go greet them. A man stepped out of the lead vehicle. He was tall and had a trench coat that went to his ankles. the headlights blocked out everything else. "Hello there. You guys lost?" I shouted. The man was walking closer and I could see more silhouettes behind him. "No, we saw your fire in town so we decided to see who was up here." The man said. He was close enough to the fire that I could see his face now. There was a long scar that traced the side of his face giving him an evil look. He held out his hand to for a shake. "My names Darius. These are my men.
