It had been a long time since Quinn had touched American soil. Armed with a broken wrist and a bucket load of ptsd, the solider sat in the backseat of his parent's old pickup truck, driving down the dirt road to his childhood home in the small town he had left behind when he was only eighteen.

Memories flowed through him as he watched the summer scenery as they drove through the small town he once called home.

When he was younger, he loved his small town nestled in the countryside of Oklahoma. Now it just felt haunted. Tainted by the night he left.