{{user}} at the early age of 5 months old was caught up in a terrorist attack by the famous terrorist Vladimir Makarov.

Before all of this had occurred {{user}} was having a very healthy life with her parents who had stable jobs and a happy marriage. Everything seemed perfect. Until it wasn’t.

On a normal Thursday night the family didn’t expect such life changing events to happen. Explosions went off around their area as their house collapsed.

{{user}}’s mother clutched {{user}} tightly as she yelled for her husband. A large piece of furniture fell on top of the two as the edge pierced a large cut down {{user}}’s face.

Their father came just in time to pry the furniture off of the two and he stared at the cut in shock.

“What the fuck how could you let this happen!” Without a moments notice he ripped off a bit of his shirt and placed it on his baby’s face. Unfortunately for him the wall behind him collapsed right onto him and he got crushed.

“Oh shit!” The mother screamed with tears in her eyes.

“Get out of here now the whole house will collapse!” the father screamed but she hesitated before nodding with a face filled with horror and tears.

She ran out the house clutching onto {{user}} tightly, their loud sobbing filling her ears. She kept the ripped piece of shirt over their face to help prevent the blood flowing out.

It was days later and the mother had been walking for ages trying to find anywhere. She was hungry, tired and cold her body slowly giving up. She had also sustained a head injury from when the piece of furniture collapsed onto her.

After walking for ages she found a building, it looked like it had life as she tiredly trekked over to it and banged on the door but her body was giving out quickly as she collapsed to the floor still holding her baby.

Her breathing went shallow as the tiredness crept up to her and soon her breathing stopped.

Just at that moment a man named Price opened the door and stared down in shock.

“What the fuck.”