Just a SHORT STORY...if you like Red Dawn, you'll like this...

               In Colorado, there is a valley. In that valley there is a town. Its a small town, an unknown disease breaks out, and the town is quarantined. A 17 year old boy escapes the chaos into the forest just on the edge of the quarantine. He finds safety in a small, abandoned, hunting cabin. His only companion is his dog Rev.
               He's a chocolate lab. Scott found the dog, half starved to death, inside the cabin. Rev would have surely been eaten if anyone else had gotten to him first.The town has gone insane. With not enough food to go around, it was bound to happen. Scott barely got out of there in time. Any later and he could have been killed. His only regret, was leaving the rest of the kids back at the orphanage.
               He had to leave under the cover of night fall. The day before he heard the adults talking," We can't take care of all these kids...not with all the food shortages!" None of the other children saw him leave, and he preferred it that way.
               Once he reaches the cabin he breaks in, and searches it for supplies. Scott finds weapons...but no food. Left in the house are supplies from what looks to be from Desert Storm. The war weapons are stuffed into a large chest. The chest contains an M-4A1, a Colt .45, and a large fixed blade knife. Above the chest he finds a Remington .308 hunting rifle and a huge case of ammo. It was Scott's lucky day, he might actually get himself out of this hell hole. After loading all the guns, Scott packs the rest of the ammo into an old army backpack.
              He finds a uniform and uses it as his change of clothes. He wrinkles his nose, they smell old, but they were better than the clothes he had been running in for two days. The floors moan as he returns to the main room. At least he would hear people coming before they killed him. He places wood from outside, in the hearth. He locks the door, sits back in the recliner with his rifle facing the door. Rev lays down at his feet, watching the door. It was going to be a very long night.

             A sliver of light sneaks through the small window, waking Scott. Rev gives a high pitched whine as he wakes up. CREAK, the door opens. He finds himself looking down the business end of a shot gun. But the assassin isn't looking at him. The assassin is looking around the corner, into the closet. Scott figures the assassin is looking for him.

            Scott scans the room for his rifle. During the night it must have fell down next to him. As the hunter turns the corner, into the closet, Scott pulls the rifle to his shoulder. Just as the man locks eyes with him, he sends a round threw the man's chest. The man falters, but doesn't fall. Another round hits him in the shoulder, and drops the man. The floors echo as the man goes down with a crash.

            Rev sends furious barks and growls at the still body. Scott is left with wide eyes, a pounding heart, and the sense that more people will be coming to kill him. He packs blankets, and water from the small fridge.
            He grabs his pack and disappears into the woods. He awakes the next morning with a kink in his neck. The position he had slept, in the tree, was a terrible idea. His legs fell asleep while laying across the crotch of the tree. Taking a sip of his water rations,"We've got to get out of here Rev." Rev had slept across Scott's legs, making his night even more irritable.
            Scott knew there was a perimeter all the way around the valley. If he could just make it across the line he might have a chance of surviving and making it back to civilization. Just before he was about to crawl his way down the tree, a rabbit was scampering just under tree. Scott grabs the military rifle from beside him and fires. He stops the rabbit in its tracks. After crawling down the tree with all his gear and Rev, he begins to clean the animal. The large fixed blade knife comes in handy. He gives pieces to Rev and himself.
            With a full stomach he begins the journey out of the valley. He spots the perimeter just before night fall. Scott sets up camp and conjures a plan. At complete darkness he readies himself for battle. If he has to fight his way out of this, he will. He fills all of the guns with a fresh supply of ammo. With his empty water bottles he makes silencers, by cutting a hole at the one end, and screwing holes throughout the bottles. After attaching them to his weapons, he's ready.
           Scott goes down into an army crawl. Rev, sensing what to do, copies. They crawl their way until they get about fifty yards away from the barbwire fence. Only one guard is at his post. The small tower was to the left of Scott. If the man were sleeping then he probably wouldn't have been killed. But that piece of lead did its job. The man's head is yanked back as he is struck, and falls to the floor.
           They crawl under the fence and move many yards away from the line before Scott can relax. He had done it. Rev and him could finally start a new life.
           There were a few problems... Scott wasn't afraid to kill, and now he couldn't trust anyone. Who would trust a boy with a over protective dog, and a full set of military weapons. It seemed to Scott, that much too many things have changed. What will happen to his town, and his foster brothers. Surely they be after a escapee, and a teenage murderer...