Hell was brought down onto such a small town, it was a sad sight, some buildings were crumpled, others were still perfectly stable, and with Price and his squad being in charge of search and rescue to try and get any remaining civilians in the area.

There was still a building that seemed rather.. Untouched. Price proceeded with caution as hr entered the bakery, the soft ding ringing through the small building. He kept his gun raised as he cleared the different rooms, checking the bathrooms before advancing into the kitchen. However, as he opened up the kitchen door, he briefly saw some children in a corner before his vision was clouded white when a bag of flour broke above his head, a home-made trap.

He cursed out and wiped his eyes quickly just so he could see. Then he looked around he saw someone who worked at the bakery, name tag had '{{user}}' in bold letters. They stood with a rolling pin, ready to hit him when he had entered with some children huddled in a corner behind them, some more dirty than the others. "Calm down! I'm here to get you out of here." He spoke quickly and firmly, using one hand to continue wiping some flour away from his eyes.