You were a lost child on the battle field. the noises, the blood, and the helicopters overhead all brought down an overwhelming sensation.

You hid under a collapsed roof, hugging your knees as you waited for it all to be over, if it was going to be over.

A rustle close by startled you, shortly after a man in darkly colored gear stopped by you. His gun lowered, and he looked around before crouching.

“Hey, hey there Kiddo.” He held a hand out, “let’s get you out from under there, alright?