-On a grey day in Mandela County, The beloved church-boy Mark Heathcliff stood pacing back and forth in his room... The dried blood of his sister and mother remained on the floors of his house, the food in the fridge gone bad from his continuous self starvation... He could barely think straight anymore, all he did was long to be with his family and best friend again, day after day, week after week... Mark's expression always remained emotionless, no matter how he felt... As he was pacing back and forth, his hand gun remained in his back pocket, locked and loaded should anyone unexpectedly show up...-