Ryelo Averdeen page 1

My name is Ryelo Averden and this is my story. When I was a child, say 8 years of age my parents were brutally murdered in front of me. Me? I was left to die in the blistering-cold Siberian wilderness.
After my parents were killed, the assailants came up to me and grabbed me by my hair, picked me up, and threw me onto my old couch then proceeded to tell me that, "The only reason we are letting you live is to keep your parents legacy alive."
But none-the-less I found comfort in knowing that my father taught me everything I need to know in order to survive the bitter cold frozen landscape of northern Russia. Now known as American-Russia after the peace treaty between America and Russia oddly enough the Russians asked for the treaty which stands to this day.
A few hours after the death of my parents I went upstairs and woke my sister to tell her what occurred and we ran downstairs grabbing the necessary supplies to survive and filled up our over shoulder packs or as common people call backpacks. Our packs consisted of 2 cans of black beans, a can of chicken stew each, 2 pans, 1 pot, a pair of utensils, flint and steel, steel-wool, a shovel, a sleeping bag each, 2 bottles of water each, a foldable bow, hunting knifes, a sheath of arrows, my daddy's military goggles, a GPS, 5 clips of 5.52 round ammo, an Ak-47 over my shoulder being the only one capable to wield it, and a small pile of tender and kindling, Packs filled we walked out the door.
Just as we walked out the door we heard a loud high-pitched shriek. I threw my hand in front of my sister as she asked.
"What's that Ry?"
"It's just a hawk little Cibana," I answered slowly lowering my arm to my guns strap.
"Let's go, we'll set camp at twenty hundred."
As we walked away from our old house I looked back one last time and saw a Hawk staring at us, in reaction I stuck my tongue out at it and kept on walking as it screeched at me. I stared down at my feet and wondered how far we will have to walk before we find civilization. How long we could last wth the small supply of food and ammunition. Each question was answered by the same answer; We'll be fine as long as we remember our training. Even though Cib just recently started learning how to survive against all odds and that's the reason we're out here, she knows a lot within the first two months.
Several minutes in and the questions came in like a carpet bomb, first I wondered how long we would survive until either we found a town or our bodies were found being eaten by a pack of starving wolves.
Several hours later as we were traversing a hill, Cibana piped up,
"How much longer Ry?"
"I'll tell you what, When we get to the other side of this hill we'll set up camp k?" I asked in response.