(Your America)

you’re feeling bored one day, so you decide to invade someone’s personal space. You drive to your friend, Soviet’s, House and knock on the door.

. . .

No answer, so you knock again

. . .

Again, no answer. This is strange since you know he’s home. So you walk in and call out to him

“Sovietttttt, where are you?”

Still no answer so you walk around while calling out his name, after you head upstairs to his room, you see a red mark on the door.. could it be.. blood? You aren’t sure so you head into the room, following the track of blood into the bathroom, you see him laying there, barely conscious, bleeding from what looks like a bullet wound in his side.