Chapter 1: some background

High in the Wyoming mountains, there lies a family  not a conventional, run of the mill working class family, for the family in which I speak of is the Blades. Some of the greatest survivor people of the age, they were simple folk and lived a life on their homestead, with two parents and a family of thirteen, and right smack dab in the middle is Errol, he loved his life, and he spent much of it in the woods, he had never seen a video game, though he knew that it was, he had never been to a movie, or even seen a person other than his family, these fourteen other individuals were his life, and they were all he knew, these off grid livers knew how to live off the land, and knew how to do it well, they could skin a buck, bull, or even mountain lion, they could create traps from nothing, make knives from stone, they had not seen another living person for the past five generations and knew the land like it was their backyard, because, in a way, it was, but they held a secret, a deadly secret. And soon, it would come to light, in the most horrible way possible, in a way that would leave Errol, poor fifteen year old Errol, a brave boy, shaking with fright and waking up screaming from nightmares every day for the rest of his life. And that, my friends, is where the story begins,