Kevin Tran was born on December 2nd, 1993. His mother's name was Linda, and his father… He never knew his father. That part didn't matter, though. Not to Kevin.

He was born in Neighbor, Michigan, in St. Hope's Maternity Ward. He doesn't remember that. He's kind of glad he doesn't.

On July 15th, 2003, he was five years old and at a kid's playground park. He didn't remember that very well. He remembered the slide being so tall, he was afraid that he if he fell off he'd fall forever and ever. He remembered a little girl, that looked around his age, sitting in a quiet corner reading a book.

Later on, he remembers a girl in his class that moved in the middle of elementary school, maybe when he was in 3rd grade. He was 9 years old. The girl had to have been around the same age. He remembered playing with her sometimes, but he didn't remember the rules of the games. He hugged her after class, and that was that. He didn't remember much else about elementary school. He just remembered brown hair and books and games.

And then he started middle school, his memories became more concrete, and he lived a normal life. His mom raised him to be smart, insanely smart. From the time he was 12 till he was 16, he focused on his academics and playing the cello. He skipped a grade, and was already looking at different colleges when he was 15. He distinctly remembered looking at different colleges for some reason, and distinctly remembered that he had a cello recital coming up. It would determine scholarships for the future. He remembered a brown-haired girl in his class, who had a huge crush on him, but… It didn't feel right. Her brown hair was a dyed color, and was too unreal. Besides, he couldn't focus on girls. He had his whole life waiting for him.

Then he turned 16, and the bombs fell. Or at least, that was what the media told them. Nuclear war had been declared, and Korea had struck the first blow. His mom had been there, at the site of the first blows. Business trip.

He… He never saw his mom again.

Kevin was shuffled to… It was kind of the equivalent of a mass government-run orphanage. There was a small disruption in the beginning that he didn't remember well, not after what happened maybe three weeks after they all were there. So many kids…

Some were dead. Some left burn marks in the ground that were shaped like wings. Others… Others had horns protruding from their skulls. And finally, there were ones that were just… Just dead kids; just bleeding and ruined kids that would never have a future.

A lot of children went missing that night. Nobody knew what happened until, well… Until everyone knew the truth.

It was harder to kill a demon or an angel when they looked like a kid; when they looked like something small that you would never be able to harm, no matter what. For Hunters and people had apparently had experience in this, it was a little easier. Not much, but a little. For people with no experience, who were still somehow alive looking for their kids and finding them to be inhuman…

They took on plenty of adults too, but kids... Kids were the most screwed up and the most tactically sound choice that they made, for both sides.

The first year was the hardest and the most terrifying. Let's just sum it up like that. For Kevin Tran, that first year was the year he was certain he would die; the year he spent in fear of death and running and evolving and doing everything he could to stay alive. He watched a lot of people die that year, everyone did. Most people spent that year in a constant state of fear.

But after that first year… Acceptance kind of settled over everyone. They were all still terrified for their lives, but… It's like when you poke a bruise constantly. It hurts, yeah, but you get used to that pain and it gradually stops being at the forefront of your mind. That was what happened with that fear of death. They all knew they could still die any minute, but at that point… It was the same as saying you could get hit by a car or die in a plane crash before all this holy and unholy shit hit the fan.

It was a fear, but it was a little farther back in their minds now. They made it through the first year. That had to mean they knew something, right?

For Kevin, it meant learning who to make friends with and who to train with. For Kevin, it meant using that big, smart brain his mom always said he had and trying to make things work better. He wasn't quite exactly good with his hands, but he met someone who could teach him. In turn Kevin was good with math and physics; he had a knack for numbers and understanding them. Kevin could draw up a rations plan, could check the math of different traps and see what would be effective in terms of physics.

And he had a bike. In learning how to be good with his hands, he learned how to maintain it better. That was helpful in surviving. He learned how to put tires on it that would better suit the new terrain style that the world was headed towards. He could get places quicker if need be. He could keep running.

He may have known how to make the right friends, but that didn't mean that he wanted to be around them. The world was a grey desert, and somehow… Kevin found that to be alright. He'd already been through the freak-out of factoring the Supernatural in his life. He could accept the grey desert and the broken-down remains of places he'd never seen. He just preferred to do it mostly in solitude.

Kevin Tran's solitude changed two years after everything had changed. The landscape was mostly destroyed, now; grey ash and dirt, grey cloudy sky, grey spires that had risen from the ground, grey everything. He was alright with that. Color didn't matter when you were looking for solutions, or at the very least improved survival (which seemed more and more like his only option at this point).

He was back in what used to be his hometown, seeing the change over the course of two years. It was surprisingly drastic. Then again, the changes over the rest of the world had become pretty drastic pretty quickly, or at least that was what he learned before all the news stations went dead. It shouldn't have surprised him that this would be more than a little changed too.

That didn't stop him from remembering where everything used to be, though. There were still some spots that held the faintest remembrance of what they used to be. A bent and warped piece of metal, rust undoing the smoothness it had been crafted for. An old playground had been there. And down the street not too far away, there used to have been an ice cream place him mom would take him to sometimes as a special treat. There was nothing left now to indicate its prior existence, just grey dirt and ash and a newly-formed spire.

He took a turn down where he knew a street used to be, and another turn what he felt to be four or five blocks later. The ruins of the neighborhood were absolutely trashed, but there were still some ruins.

He knelt down, picking up two sticks. With some rope in his backpack, he was able to form a crude and rudimentary cross. He walked across the threshold of where he was certain his home used to be, and after a few moments stabbed the cross hard in to the ground. It stuck, easily, and once he was certain it wouldn't topple over too easily he knelt down in front of it.

After all, he had to do something for his mom. He couldn't just do nothing. And at this point he knew, he was fully aware that he was alone and he that was stupid. The world was absolutely fuckey, and demons or angels or something, ANYTHING, could be waiting to pounce him.

But he still went alone. He had to do this one alone. And honestly, at that point, he preferred it that way. He'd rather roam alone, or with a small group of people, than stick with the safety in numbers mentality that most of the surviving world had clung to now. Less people. Less drama. Less problems.

This time, though, being alone had almost got him killed. He hadn't heard the demon until it was too late, creeping up on him in an uncharacteristically quiet manner. He turned when he did hear the thing, and watched as it swung down on him with a makeshift machete. Kevin… In that moment, he was certain he had met his end.

But it stopped, halfway in its downward swing, as the demon froze with it. Kevin could see an orange light emanating from inside the thing, flickering on and off for a few moments before the thing fell backwards, as if almost jerked backwards. Behind it stood a… a woman. His age, approximately. Maybe a year younger. She had brown hair, piercing eyes, and… were those angel blades in her hands?

They were. Two, in fact. She bore one in either hand, wifth the one in her left down at her side, and the one in her right extended slightly, and covered in blood. Her shirt had splatters of blood on it as well, but then again… what didn't these days?

She stared at him for just a second, the time for him to distinctly feel his heart beat once, before she turned around and ran. She didn't say a word. He didn't even get a chance to meet her. She just… she ran, faster than anyone he'd seen.

Kevin couldn't help it. He ran after her. He wasn't certain why, but he did. He could've sworn he saw a flash of that brown hair around a corner, but when he rounded it himself… She was gone. It was as though she never existed but… at the same time…

That hair, and those eyes, he could've… he could've sworn he'd seen them before, somewhere. Anywhere.

But he didn't know where.