The air was damp from a cool, light drizzle that had just begun. Tamarius stepped out of the driver's side of their silver SUV and quietly observed the ominous atmosphere looming over the home of Henry and Elaina. Makayla also saw the sight before them. The house was slowly falling apart. The windows remained covered with metal hurricane shutters, blocking out sunshine and hope. The front porch displayed a row of dead, potted plants and broken, wooden chairs. The grass had grown at least two feet high, and the last thing the bushes held was a recognizable shape. She opened her door and stepped outside. "Seems quiet," she stated with a questioning tone, unsure if they should go any further. "Too quiet," Tamarius responded, approaching the front porch. The wind blew, and the screen door abruptly swung open, startling Makayla. "I'm going to call Eliana," she said. She took out her cell phone and hit the green call button. "Stay here. The door is open," Tamarius told his wife before disappearing into the inky darkness of the home. The phone rang until it went to voicemail. She hung up and redialed, praying that Eliana would answer and everything would be all right. As she waited nervously for her husband to reemerge and for Eliana to answer, she caught sight of something moving in the shadows of the house; however, before Makayla could wrap her mind around what she saw, a gunshot rang out through the house, followed by an ear curdling scream. Makayla found herself shouting out for Tamarius, demanding that he answer her.