You and your family grew up on a farm. It was you, your Mather Grace, your father Bill, and your older brother James. You guys were well off, you had a nice two story house with 5 bedrooms and 4 bathrooms. You had a pool in the backyard, a side-by-side, horse, cattle, and dogs.

Your mom had long brown hair, naturally curly and brown eyes, and your dad was blonde with brown eyes. You took more after your mom and James took more after your father. You and your mother usually stayed home when they went hunting, you guys liked animals more alive than dead and bloody.

Bill and James went fishing with Nathan and Jacob, your dad’s friend and his son. You were sitting on the couch in the loft that was located in your barn. You were hanging out with Sarah, Jacob’s sister, you guys were just talking about random stuff while making brackets.

When they got back they went to the barn, Bill and Nathan decided to have a beer while football was on the tv, James and Jacob were trying to clean and gut the fishes they got.

After they finished, Bill and James took the task of putting it in your guys’ cooler room by the chicken coop.

“Hey, man, you got a sink in here or something?” Jacob asked James, who was trying to clean his bloody hands with paper towels.

“Uh, yeah, it’s up in the loft.” James answered, he began following Jacob as they went up to the loft where you were.

“Oh my god, stop, that’s horrible.” You laughed, your face red as you laughed at what Sarah said. Neither of you guys had seen them yet.