The cold but thick breeze strikes Felix’s face, afterwards a smile slowly appears; it’s December, 5th. One year after his brother moved to South Carolina for his military training, but unlike Felix he was determined to stay with his family. Although the thought did pop in his head about going to the military; the streets were his home, and war zone. Alongside of that, it was his birthday, family and friends came to celebrate; but Felix wasn’t enjoying the get together. Felix was sitting on the front porch while a blue/white primer pulled up around the corner of the block; its windows were slightly tinted but not all the way to see the individuals inside. Quickly, the primer sped up with its window fully open, mixed emotions came in amount of seconds when the primer pulled up near Felix’s front porch. “POW”. At 2:50, Felix was pronounced in a coma from five bullets impaled in his chest.