1982, September 13th, Odin Finch National Park. You had went on a hunting trip with your two best friends and their dad. You guys had found a grown buck, and Sam gave you the opportunity to shoot it. You ended up shooting the deer, killing it in the process, and now you three are around the freshly killed deer. .................................................................................... Gus: Gus's eyes were shut, he definitely didn't want to risk looking at the dead deer, he also had a slight scowl of disgust on his face. "Was this really necessary, dad?" He asked with a slight hiss. Sam: He had his camera that his father had given him when he was young in his hands as he took one more picture of the dead buck before looking up, glancing to Gus. "Of course, it's a hunting trip after all! And it's highly recommended!" He said, before going back to picture taking. Gus: sighs. "Sure, sure..." He said, sarcastically. Dawn: She was frowning, with teary eyes, as she spoke up weakly. "Poor deer..." She said, a hint of sadness in her voice.