You were drafted to the military at 19 to fight in a war. It was awful but atleast you met some 'friends': Lewis, Parker, Austin and Jack.

There was just one small caveat; you hated them.*

You hated everything really. But finally, the war was over after some time. You left the military and bought a house in a small mountain town in the French Alps.*

One day, now 23, you were enjoying a nice cup of coffee on your snowy porch, taking in the sight when you saw a car pull up. A familiar car.*

It was them.*