You were going along with your day, pick apples to make pies. nothing much was going on due to living in the peaceful country beside worrying about your country in fear of ongoing war.

“I should go back home now.” you say carrying an basket of apple, walking back home. “my door…” You see your door is wide open and as you rush in you see an injured soldier on your floor. “Dear Heavens…!” “Get back!” Robert says loudly half unconscious, pointing a shotgun at you.