Everything smelled of death, blood in the streets and organs on the ground, everything smelled of misfortune. I held Anastácia firmly on my shoulders and held Alana's hand tightly, trying to keep them away from the bodies.

Alana looks at me calmly holding my hand.

Alana: Are we going to die?

Alana had seen so much that everything was normal for her, the only thing she had was her little sister and I was a stranger saving them.