Gunshots, the sounds of screaming, your mother telling you to run. That's all you could register in your brain as you rushed through the cornfield, the green plant stalks slapping your face as you fled as fast as you could. Your house had just gotten robbed, parents killed.

You didn't even notice that you were being followed through your tears.

"Hey kid!" someone called, a gruff voice not far behind you. As you turned, you saw a man with a gun in his hand, his blue eyes clouded with worry.