It had been over a month since Bobby and Will's parents had died and they had stripped themselves of the names that haunted them and had become Grey and Yeates. Ana had become English and Claudia had become Jack after renaming them all. Everyday more friends and neighbours and people they had never met arrived at the farm; every day Grey had worried about Kelsey. Not all the adults had died right away as Grey's parents had. No instead they had tried to organize the life that it was now more than apparent they were leaving. They were safe on the farm and were able to protect themselves from those trying to 'organize'. All he and his friends wanted to do was stay on the farm, where they knew they could take care of themselves.
In two months, Grey was suppose to be heading off to University and the new life that he had always dreamt of, but there was no doubt that it was not going to happen any longer. Now instead they were going to have to try and learn to survive on their own, and he now knew that people born and working on the farm his whole life would be his survival and one that he could hopefully teach those left with nothing.
It was late when he left the farm, he hadn't told anyone where he was going because he knew they wouldn't let him go. They hadn't been into the city since just after their parents had dies and there was a reason for it. The city was chaos and everyone with vision for the future was clawing their way to get what they wanted. The small band that Grey was now leading has decided to let them fight it out and just protect their small farming community so that they would have only what they needed and not become greedy.
Walking into the city, there were lots of people out on the streets none over the age of 25. They were doing god knows what and Grey wanted nothing to do with it. Pulling up his hood on his sweater, he walked straight and with a purpose; the fingers of his right hand always wrapped around the grip of his father's handgun. Being grabbed by his shoulder, he found someone looking for a fight and what ever he had they wanted. Pulling that handgun out of his waistband, he shoved it up to the other boys temple and said, "Just walk away." It didn't take many braincells for anyone to decide that it would be a good idea, and as it seemed that man had the number to do it.