They said their goodbyes to Ferucci, and after that, they were on the way again, finally going back to the house where James had run from. The family house that was shot up… that was the beginning of all bad.
How crazy is that… a house holding so much meaning.
Like a shell of memories that you only need to open the door to let all of it inside you, let it stir up the memories, the pain, the suffering. Those days when everything was alright, before it all turned into something dark, something that is no longer what it used to be.
Though, even before it could have happened, James noticed some differences.
"Is that our guys?" He asked as they stopped at the gate that led into the neighborhood, and the guard that stood there was… stacked.
Long rifle in their hand, helmet and with bulletproof vests.
