You were there when it happened. As the trigger was pulled you heard a loud ringing in your ear, and before you knew it, Peterkin was dead, But by who? You turn to the direction the shot was fired. There stood Rafe, a smirk on his face as he turned to his dad. “I did it for you.” Rafe said. His dad seemed pissed at him. You approach the body not knowing what to do. You rip off some fabric from your shirt and wrap it around where Peterkin was shot. You couldn’t tell if she was dead or alive but either way you didn’t want to know.

Suddenly a police car approaches the scene. Shit! You think to yourself. “Put your hands above your head where I can see ‘em.” A cop says from behind. Slowly you turn around your hands up in the air. You look around for Rafe and Ward who sat right their blaming you. (What will you do?)