"You're not gonna go beating the hell outta Packie, not when he's got a gunshot wound." Carly says, wrapping her tiny hand around Johnny's left wrist.

"He shoved you down to get to David. We had things handled and that hot headed Irish prick had to take over." Johnny says. Carly was worried about Packie because Carly's broken nose, split lip and cracked ribs were light compared to being shot.

"I'm alright. I'll take minor injuries over being shot and after Ivory shot me outside my old high school, I make sure to keep myself well protected during gunfights." Carly says, pointing to the bulletproof vest on the gurney before carefully getting off of it and going to check on Packie, who limped out of a treatment room.

"Just a flesh wound. You?" Packie says.

"I've had worse injuries. Doctor said to take it easy for the next couple of weeks-"Carly says before lowering her voice. "-but we need to finish those damn cannibals once and for all." She whispers.

"Got it. Johnny threatened to kill me, didn't he?" Packie says quietly.

"Yep… he can be overprotective." Carly says.

Packie thought back to the last time he got a hellish beating from Johnny.

9/15/95, Cerveza Heights…

"Mcreary!" Packie heard Johnny shout as Johnny drove up, getting off his Hexer and charging at 16 year old Packie, tackling him and repeatedly slamming his fist into Packie's face.

Another bike screeched to a stop and Packie felt himself falling down as Johnny was pulled back, Packie seeing a flash of dark brown hair, knowing exactly who it was.

"You can't just go beating the hell outta Packie, it was just a damn kiss!" Gionna says, the 15 year old suddenly falling to her knees as electricity jolted through her, Packie standing up and ripping the taser from Francis's hand.

"She was saving me from being beaten to death, dickhead!" Packie shouts, spitting out a loose tooth as Johnny helped Gionna up.

Present time, Carly's p.o.v

There are times I question my own sanity by hanging around a lunatic like Trevor. We don't get along like we used to, he wants me to be that sweet little kid he knew back in Ludendorff… problem is that the innocent side of me died when I saw Brad get shot… I saw him die…

Then my dad was shot during that same bank job and Trevor ran off, neither of us seeing each other for nearly 10 years after that.

A lot changed during those years. The Los Santos dream became a nightmare… everything changed again after I shot someone in self defense when I was 13, Madam Godzilla showed her true colors and she and I fought on a daily basis.

Then things really went to hell after I trashed three classrooms at North LS high… the same school I was shot out in front of.

"Carly Jade?" Dash says, getting my attention. "Gerry wants us all to meet back at the house, says he's got an idea on how to deal with the cannibals." She says.

It isn't long after that when we all leave, Trevor surprisingly staying quiet… the sooner we completely destroy those damn Altruists, the better.