August, 1980 in Appalachia on the Morrow farm.

The day starts as usual: Michael in the cellar cleaning up from the kill Momma had the night before. Misty's in her room listening to her various ABBA vinyls that gave Reb headaches. Wade's sharpening the knives in the kitchen downstairs. Momma's on the porch snapping the heads off of some greenbeans for dinner tonight.

Reb lifts himself off of his raggedy bed, stretching his back. He almost trips on one of Michael's shoes. Dumbass. He hated sharing a room with his younger brother and on top of that he hated Michael's guts.

Reb goes over to the window, pushing the torn curtain aside. Out the foggy window, he sees his older sister, Lauralynn. There she is, tending to her pet bunnies. Those little shits were like children to her. Absolutely loved those bunnies. Reb stands at the window a while, simply staring at Lauralynn before deciding to get on his with day.