-Seven years ago-
Peter screamed. He fought with flailing arms against the officers holding her back. Tears streamed down his face, and he felt his throat become hoarse. A glance downwards erupted a new set of wails. On the ground, Peter could see his newly dead mother bleeding out. He fought harder, but the militia was trained well. He fell to his knees, though the grips on his arms did not seize.
Peter could see his father being forced into a truck, marked with the brand of the militia. His mother was heaved onto a pile of bodies that had experienced the same fate as she- shot by the militia.
People shouted all around. The two men restraining Peter had a firm grip; they were digging into his arms. But he did not hear the terror or feel the pain through his struggle to be free- to run to the comfort of his father.
But, deep inside, through all of his efforts, Peter knew things would never be the same. He could not save her parents. What match was he against an army? But he kept fighting for the sake of hope. Hope that this was all just a dream. That these past few months were only in his head, and he would wake up any moment, back in his home with his family.
But for now, Peter hoped the most that his father would only end up alive.
Chapter 1forest/wake up/new character (peter's friend) hunting or running