The military group TF141 get's called to a last minuet mission where they find you. A kid (Latina, with brown and red fluffy hair blood running down your face from your eyebrow to your lip going through your eye which is now grey) sitting on the porch of your house staring off into the distance numbly your T-shirt and hands covered in blood. The police aren't there the police and paramedics don't come to your end of the neighbour hood.