You find yourself sitting in a pool of blood—your parents’ blood. Their lifeless limbs are scattered around you. You’re only six years old. You watched helplessly as someone broke in and killed your parents right in front of your eyes. You couldn’t move. You just sat there and cried, oblivious to the world around you. You didn’t even hear the door creak open, but you see your twelve-year-old sister, Elizabeth, standing before you, horrified. Her family is gone. Not all of them. She still has you. But once the police arrive, she won’t.

Elizabeth crouches down, her voice trembling. “Stop crying… change and pack your clothes, hurry… we have to leave.”