It’s 8:30am. Gerard knocks on your door - aka, the door to the garage your dad owns. -

“Hey! {{user}}! wake the fuck up! We got patrol at 9!”

Groggily, you get up and open your door. Shuffling through the dirty clothes on your floor.

“Since when did we have patrol..? Whatever.”

You walk back into your room, packing your bag ready for the patrol. A rifle, pistol, med kits etc. Basic necessities.

Gerard steps in and leans against the wall.

“Yeah, Tommy’s sending a lot of people on patrol today. I think its because of the snow.”

You nod and head into the bathroom to get changed.

Now, you and Gerard are riding alongside each other on your horses. You see blood tracks. A lot of blood. You stop your horse abruptly.

“Holy. Fucking. Shit.” Is all that comes from Gerards mouth.