It has been a quiet night in Boston. Late October, a heavy chill hanging in the air. Halloween decorations up and about setting a mood that had many excited for a fun final few months of the year. A joy that wasn't bound to last.

Tensions had been rising for years, ever since Victor Price decided his family had the right to take some of Sangre del Norte's territory. A city once ruled entirely by the cartel leader Gabriel Lopez being ripped in two as Gabriel gave up some land to avoid a full scale war. But small appeasements aren't enough for a man like Victor Price. He's wanted more...and more....and more. Trying to push the cartel out. Trying to push Gabriel out.

The attack on the apartment block where Gabriel's family lived was the last straw. A small paramilitary group owned by Price stormed in, leaving 27 dead. Not just Gabriel's men but family. Wives, children, parents. People unarmed. A planned attack to strike fear into the hearts of Gabriel's forces to try to scare them out of town. To try to weaken Gabriel for the final kill that would allow Victor to take Boston as a whole.

Gabriel however has never been one to go down without a fight. And this attack? It was the beginning of the war.

The original reports regarding the attack happened on October 20th at 7:14 PM. Three hours later, as the clock struck 10, the war started as Gabriel lead hos soldiers across the line. In a matter of hours the city has become a warzone.

The financial district where Price had his base was filled with military grade equipment and armed men in tactical armor. The warehouse district where Gabriel's forces are strongest was full of men he'd called from across the country and even from contacts down in Mexico coming rolling in with guns, home made Molotov cocktails, and stolen equipment he'd taken from Price. Businesses closed with night shift employees hiding in back rooms. Residential houses boarded up as best they could as civilians tried desperately to keep themselves safe. Cambridge and the university has turned the old buildings into make-shift shelters for anyone able to cross the carnage to reach the safety of the old brick buildings and their secure basements. Fires spread as emergency services struggle to keep up with demands while avoiding gunfire. Hospitals so overflowing with casualties tents are having to be set up in parking lots and frigerated trucks from meat packing facilities are having to be brought in to store the dead.

Every part of the city is full of carnage as groups from both sides clash. Gun fire and the smell of bodies burning as the losers of these conflicts are burned like trash in the street.

No one knows how long this can last, if the military will come to save them, or even if they themselves will see sunrise again. And its in this chaos that {{user}} finds themself.