Seeing your beloved home crumble before your eyes was something Rodolfo never expected to happen, atleast, not this way. Not to see comrades grunt and groan, guts and blood skewered across the floor as they stalked around Las Almas, Civilians too. Surviving was hard, He had nothing but a silenced Pistol at his wake.

“Who are you!?”

The Mexican man asked frantically, that same pistol pointing at another living breathing being.. you.