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This is my first fic, so it might suck. I'm not a good name maker. Criticizem is welcome.

Scrap's Oddysee

Chapter One: Not At Home

Scrap was sleeping. He was a young steef, who lived in a small village. He was slightly awake, and heard someone talking. The last thing he rememberd was, he was in his hut, going to sleep. He was awoken by a voice, then a gunshot. He went outside, and saw outlaws shooting random people. He was frozen in shock, and an outlaw saw him! He ran in the hut, but the out law got him, and hit him with his gun. That was it.
He looked around before moving, and spotted a fat and tall creature. He didn't move. He tried to see where he was, but was shot into the air. He realized he was in a truck! When he regained himself, he saw that the figure was gone, and the truck stopped. He carfully sat up and looked around. He saw other steefs tied up. He was to, but the rope was loose, so he could get out easy. He got out of the rope and prepared to open the door in he back of the dark truck, not knowing what was on he other side.
He rememberd to untie the other steef. About 5 of them were dead, and about 3 of them thanked Scrap and went to the door. Scrap stayed behind to see if any of the steef were still alive. He found a blanket. As the steefs opened the door, all hell would brake loose. He saw outlaws and they had guns. Big guns. He ran an hid under the blanket in the truck. He heard the scraems and knew what had happend. He heard a final BOOM and all was silent.
He heard some oulaws talking. "5,6,7,8, thats all of 'em" said one oultaw. "There was one more when we got here!" said another. "So, one of them bastards still 'round the truck?" said the third outlaw. He saw that the outlaws had left. Now was his chance! He slipped out, and saw a camp, and a road, and a bunch of hills. He couldent go to the camp, so he looked at the road. There were outlaws guarding it. He ran to the hills, not knowing what was going to happen.
He got to the hill and climbed it. He saw a vast plain, with a village at the end! It was a good 5 miles from the hill. He was hungry. He had to get food before he made the trip. He knew he would get killed trying to get food from the outlaws camp. He went down the hill to start toward the village. He forgot about hunger, and wonderd about his parents. What had happend to them. He had many questions waiting to be answered.