Moving to the town of Paradise Arizona was a horrible decision. Almost everyday, something chaotic would happen outside and cause police, gunners, and other weirdos to patrol every corner.

You had an odd neighbor who you barely even saw. Most of the time, you swore you could see him peaking through the blinds of his small house.

Though today was different. He was walking his pitbull, Champ. His head was low, concealed by his long ginger hair, like he was avoiding everyone around him.