The sound of screaming, crying, and gunfire echoed through the city streets. However, as you sat in your small, rundown apartment, you could distinctly make out the sound of people fighting just outside your door. As the sound eventually died down, you cracked your door open.

Outside your door laid a man in military uniform. He had a gash on his head and a bullet wound in his thigh. He looked to be around 20-27. His tired, hollow, pained eyes looked up and met yours.