To my generation this will forever be known as D-Day, the day the federal government closed borders and began to slowly strip away our liberties. All non-americans being rounded up for what was called a safety precaution. It really didnt affect my small town, I'm from a town called Riverdale in midwest, if you tried to find it on a map now you wouldn't find it, we started the rebellion there and the government erased it off the map. Thousands dead and thousands injured and jailed. Open rebellion was our mistake, we put faith in our politicans and our government to respect our rights and they rewarded our ignorance with bombs. I barely survied, if not for Kyle dragging my unconscious body through the streets til he found a truck to hot-wire. I woke up groggy, no idea how i wasn't dead. Chest tight and arms moving slow, i slowly pushed myself up to gain a view of a empty room. Kyle heard my movement from the other room and rushed in. "Don't move fast", "you took a beating." "Where are we" I crooked, surprised at the sound of my own voice. "Somewhere safe" he replied, "don't move to fast, there's an iv in your arm and you've got stitches in your chest." I looked down at my shirtless chest and sure enough stitches across my chest and an iv in my arm. "What happened" i questioned. He sighed and sat at the edge of the bed, "We were attacked at the protest, police showed up in riot gear" as he continued his voice slowly faded as i began to remember. We were standing on the corner of 2nd and 1st protesting the closing of the border and the imprisonment of foreigners. I remembered the lights and sirens speeding in. The smell of the fresh autumn day, the sound of the protests it all comes rushing back, "They started firing into the crowd" i exclaimed, He nodded solemnly, "yeah they knew what they were doing, the crowd dispersed fast and you just stood there, they turned on you and i dove to shove you down, clearly i was too slow. You took one to chest luckily it came from the side and didnt enter your chest. When you went down i think you hit your head because you weren't conscience and i dragged you a block up where i found a truck unlucked. I put you across the back bench and hot-wired it. I hate the new chevy's, hard as fuck to hot-wire. After that i sped here. I dropped you off and went to check on our place. When i got there the door had already been kicked in, i went in slowly, checking each room but it looked like they had already left, they had already taken our pc's but they left the laptops. I grabbed those and some clothes, thank god we had already emptied our bank accounts and they didnt check the bathroom vent. It was all there.  As i was leaving i found Artemis and Quiver outside, looks like they ran out when the door was left open, i came back here and you woke up about an hour after we got back." "Where are we" i repeated, Sara's he replied. He must have seen the look on my face because he replied fast, "it was the first place i could think of that they wouldnt know to look, "she's on vacation in the Caribbean with her family, i know where the keys are he mumbled looking at the floor. Iv was in the closet along with the stitches. You know she moonlights down at the shelter." I nod, "help me up" i reply as i slowly push myself up fully, he helps me remove the iv and watches as i struggle to put pants on. "you undressed me" i said a smile crossing my face for the first time all day, he turns away smiling as well, "not really, cut your shirt and pants off when i realized you had been shot, just making sure you weren't hit anywhere." I slowly began the walk to the living room, a thousand thoughts flooding my head, The tv was already on and the news was playing and what i saw made my heart drop. "It looks like our town was just one of many that was hit during protests" Kyle said.  I sat down down on the couch, and out of the bathroom ran Artemis, my 4 year old pure bred Husky. He jumped on the couch and put his head in my lap, "hey boy" i said as i started to scratch behind his ear, "are you okay" i said, he looked up at me and licked me on the cheek. "Where's Quiver" i asked, Kyle nodded to the kitchen where i saw my 2 year old German Shepard munching down some dry dog food. "Quiver i said loud enough that he could hear me, he stopped eating and ran over, jumping straight on my lap, he slowly pushed his way so he was completely on my lap, pushing Artemis's head to the side and began to bark softly, "its good to see you too bud" i replied smirking. "Now what" i said to Kyle, "Now you rest, bobby is coming and you need to rest."