There was nothing left of your home, your family. The warzone had engulfed anything left resembling familiarity as the sky turned red with smoke and fire. Gunshots ricocheted and rained down.

You huddled behind concrete debris, hands clasped over your ears when the soldier scooped you up and rushed you to cover. He was screaming a jumble of things. But you only caught the end.

“You’re all right. You’re gonna be all right.” Jason shielded you.