We climbed over heaps of dirty plastic, careful not to make much of a noise in the complete darkness. Dad threw the flashlight to me, then pointed to a bunch of innocent-looking bushes a few feet away. "Almost there," Dad murmured, then started wading as quickly as possibly through the rotting garbage. I followed after tucking the tiny flashlight between my jaws, grimacing from the awful smell of rotting eggs and spoiled food all around me.
Dad had made it to the bushes, and swept it aside it with both of his hands, but the bush was so thick that he still had to struggle to keep the thorns off his face. Still, he had the obvious expertise for doing this for months in preparation for today. He was soon out of sight, probably crawling inside the bush. I followed after pushing the light into my jean pocket. The thorns did poke me in the face, but I had no way to keep them all back, so just crawled on and on on my knees till I finally reached the end.
We continued forward. Though the main thing had to be over, we were still tensed and nervous. But there was little possibility they would be hiding here at the edges of town, waiting for us...
Just as the thought hit my brain with relief, everything erupted at once.
I heard it first rather than seeing it first. A tiny slither, then clothing sliding against a leaf or something. Even before I could turn around to see, I saw dad in front of me groan out in surprise, then emit choked sounds.
They were here, and we had just walked into the trap easily. 
"Ralph-" Just as dad managed to say my name, a cold metal feeling that made the blood in my veins freeze touched my leg. I looked behind slowly to see a man in black clothes holding something that shined in the dark, something long and sinister.
"Tell us the reason why you attempted to leave now," His voice hissed, and I watched in terror as the others stepped forward, faces all amused. "Or your son dies," The man disgustedly let go of dad's throat, but never let him go. Dad made a few more croaks from his throat. His eyes bored into mine, as if saying he had failed me. "We were just leaving to get supplies-" Just then, I watched in sheer terror as the gun at my thigh swished through the air to dad's chest.
The man had no mercy-there was an earsplitting sound, then the next second, dad was on the floor of the forest, wincing and shirt blossoming with red.
"Ralph, run," Dad chocked out. I realized that I was suddenly on my fours. "No, dad. Dead or alive, you're coming with me. For sure," I whispered to him as the black figures rounded in. Dad gave me a faint, desperate sigh, then blackened out.