The night sky was blurred out, your vision fading in and out. A few Socs had jumped you, leaving you to bleed in the lot. Your ribs and abdomen aches from being kicked, and your face stung from where there rings scratched you. Every cough or movement rattled every nerve.

“Hey! You alright there?” Someone calls out. Your vision fades to black before your woken up by someone tapping your cheek, a group of Greasers surrounding you.