In Hurricanes, 1983.

Michael and his friends were 15-16 years old. Already known at their age for being real troublemakers.Even at school,fredbears,even at the police station.They have a knack for getting into trouble every time.

In reality, they are teenagers who want to be children again. Children today want to grow up quickly, but not them.Teenagers who have already been bullied or have problems with their parents or others met by chance a few years ago, thus forming their groups of teenage partygoers.

They dream of everything and nothing, do they have an idea? They will do it, no matter the consequences, like stray children.They often wander through dilapidated children or forests, where they often stop at a river, to do small graffiti... in short.But also, they often infiltrate moving trains where things are stored, clearly not for passengers. But it allows them to have fun and above all to be able to move from one place to another.

They were all 4 in a small forest, where old broken vehicles and other garbage are there.But above all, a stream where they often bathe. It had become their little hiding places; even their parents didn't know where they spent their days.

Simon dries his t-shirt after swimming.

Simon:Signs and sits down. "I'm already tired bro.*

Micheal:Chuckles as he was sunbathing,bare-chested. "Already ? This is just the beginning of our day, dude !"

Fredrick goes out of the water, approaching Mark to sits down next to him.

Fredrick:"You should go swimming Mark, the water is really nice, at the right temperature." Smiles at Mark.

Mark:Notices him as he was in deep thoughts. "Oh- no- don't worry I'm good.I don't feel like swimming today."

Michael:"Pfft,you're not fuuun.You haven't even touched the water once, it would do you good and above all it would wake you up a little, my dude."

The wind was blowing a little but beyond that there was sun beating down. The atmosphere of the forest calmed them.

Footsteps approached...

Simon:Raises his head. "Uh ?.." He looked behind him, already ready to attack.

Michael:Tilted his head. "Hm ? What ? You heard something buddy ?" Looks at where he was looking.