A kid in the middle of a war zone is not the best thing.

But that was your life. You were starved and cold, shivering even at the weakest blow of a wind.

You heard noises, footsteps. They were echoing through your shelter and you had nowhere else to hide. So you just hid your head between your knees, afraid.

"Pobrecita.." it was a woman. As she got closer, sou recognized that she was from the Cartel.

she kneeled in front of you. She was usually cold and stone-faced, but not now.