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The sky's split in two with a crackle of energy and a 'CRASH' letting loose the rain. The streets soaked immediately along with the many people hidden under their newspapers and jackets rushing to get to their destinations.

 One man walked along the sidewalk slower than the rest of the running crowds of people. Soon the streets were empty except for him. Clad in an unzipped brown leather jacket with a white T-shirt, blue jeans, black combat boots and his hands shoved into his pockets he trudged on through the rain. A metal chain with a pair of dog tags clung to the front of his shirt before he swiftly tucked them away, where only their outlines shone through. He stopped in front of a dark house and ran a hand through his black hair spilling more water down his neck.

 "I'm home…" He mumbled softly approaching the porch of the house, upon closer inspection its windows and doors were boarded up. The paint had started to peel and the grass was long and brown, shattered pieces of glass shimmered on the porch crunching under his boots. He stood before the boarded up door and began to pull the loosely nailed boards off dropping them to the ground. Gently he pushed open the door holding back the cringe as it slowly creaked open revealing the dark dusty room. He squinted entering the room, the stale scent of blood hung in the air and things were scattered all over the floor among the overturned furniture.

Lightning flashed outside briefly lighting up the room, he walked further into the room finding it hard to swallow as he looked around. Finding a broken candle on the ground he lit it with the matches he carried around in his pocket then preceded to go upstairs.

 He opened the first door he came to and gasped nearly dropping the candle. The room was in shambles looking very much like the scene downstairs. He turned away feeling sick when he spotted the dry blood splattered on the far wall and closed the door. Leaning against the door he gasped for breath trying to keep his lunch down and the tears from falling.

 "What are you doing here?" Came an angry feminine voice from his left, "This house has been boarded up for a reason!"

The man lifted his head up and turned towards the police officer, he glanced from her face to the gun she was pointing at him.

 "W-what happened?" His voice cracked and he swallowed.

The officer put her gun away narrowing her eyes at the man; thunder boomed outside, "A multiple murder, one year ago," She said sternly, "You need to leave now sir."

 The man nodded slowly as he walked passed the officer and down the stairs, he took one last look at the living room before going outside and sitting down on the porch. The sudden gust of wind put the candle out; he set it down beside himself and buried his face in his hands. The officer walked outside a moment later closing the door behind her.

 "Did you know them?" She asked glancing down at the man with sympathy.

 "Yea," he lifted his head, the rain washing away his tears, "they were my family."

 "I'm sorry," The officer frowned, "there was one survivor you know," The man looked over his shoulder at the woman and she continued, "A little boy. He was taken to an orphanage when they couldn't find the father, who I'm assuming is you."

 The man looked away and closed his eyes, "Where is he?"

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 3 Years Earlier

 A young boy around the age of 3 lay curled up on the living room floor, his black hair messy and slightly damp from the earlier events of running through the sprinklers. His cheeks and bare shoulders pink with sunburn while the rest of him was a healthy light tan from running around in the sun.

 "Max?" A woman called out as she walked into the room.

A smile graced her lips as she spotted her son curled up on the floor in a deep sleep. Silently she walked over to the couch pulling off a blanket and covered Max up with it, with a soft kiss on his forehead she stood up smiling and went back into the kitchen. With a sigh she tied her long brown hair up in a ponytail then set to work making dinner. Just as she reached for a glass from the cupboard a large rough hand caught her around the wrist and spun her around into a warm hug. Smiling into the soft cloth of the plaid shirt she sighed contently, "Welcome home." She pulled back and lightly kissed his lips before turning back to the cupboard grabbing this time two glasses instead of one.

 "Good to be home." The man grinned helping set the table for dinner.

He glanced up at the window just in time to see a shadowed figure run by, narrowing his eyes he sat down the forks in his hand and walked over to the window.

 "Logan? What's wrong?" The woman asked softly walking up behind him.

 "I'm not sure," He said turning away from the window, "Stay here Rip."

She nodded watching Logan walk out of the kitchen then looked out the window trying to find what had caught her husbands attention.

 Logan entered the living room spotting Max still curled up on the floor sound asleep; looking around he spotted something stuck in the storm door. He walked over to the door pulling the folded paper from the door and opened it up. Written in cut up newspaper clippings were the words;

  Two More Days

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