A"Dwight! Tinasa! Tanya!"
    "Abraham fumbled through the thick smoke, struggling to find his companions."
    A"Fuck, it's getting hard to see"
    "In his carelessness, Abraham tripped on something and fell down to the ground."
    A"Gyuu....damnnit all!"
    "He was angry with the turn of events, and, unconciously, kicked the object that had tripped him. But when he did, he felt that the object was far too soft to be a tree trunk, or a rock."
    A"... ... ..."
    "His heart pounded in his chest. In the back of his mind, he had an idea what the object was, but didn't want to believe it.  With every fiber of his being, he prayed that it wasn't true."
    "But that day, heaven had forsaken him along with everyone else."
    A"...no. No, no, no...."
    "The object he had tripped over was a body. But it was not just any body."
    A"D-Dwight..."
    "The boy's face was frozen with a look of horror. His bloody hand gripped at his throat, his vain attempt to try and stop the blood that poured from the thick gash on his neck."
    "However, it appeared his killer didn't simply just slit his throat. His chest and thigh had various stab wounds, but not a single wound matched up with his heart or lungs."
    "To think that the buy had not been finished quickly awoke a feeling inside Abraham, one he had not felt in a long time."
    "It was a mix of despair and rage; despair over the loss of the boy's life, and a rage that he felt would not dissipate until the person responsible had suffered tenfold."
    "But for now, there was nothing the man could do. Nothing that could change what has happened"