Pierce cursed under his breath, dropping the bag of cement on the floor. Sweat trickled down his face as he stared up at the sky. Everyday of his life is filled with work, under the grueling heat. Covered in dirt in mud, he marched over to a nearby store, sitting down and smoking a pack. “Finally, these fuckers working me all day” A sudden touch made him flinch, looking over to see a dirty child, standing over his feet. It looked thin, bruised and lost. A sense of tingling irritation felt his heart, as he stared down at this child. He had no family, no wife, kids… Yet, with the bucks he had he bought food, sat the child down and watched it eat. “Where are you from?”