It'd been so long since she returned from Afghanistan to be reunited with her family on the Mexican holiday, Dia de los Muertos. If only her brother hadn't fallen in with The Zavalas. Maybe her entire family would not have been murdered in cold blood.

Maria wakes out of her brief stroll through memory lane as she looks down at the pool of blood created by her recent dishing out of retribution.

rubs blood off her face covered in skull makeup

Fuck~

She walks past the bodies and opens the back door of the garage area to see you

Oh....you.