Times change. Priorities change. When you work for a loudmouth gang that slaughters people for their enjoyment, you wake up.

Gordon was walking with the rest of the Morning Star gang. Their insignia, the crossed star, gleamed across their jackets and machetes, as they walked along the road. Jaysaun was walking with Gordon. They arrived at a survivor camp. Jaysaun grabbed his G-45 and fired it in the air. "Another raid, another bloodshed! Give us all your provisions!"  A pregnant woman ran out the door screaming for her life. Jaysaun fired, and the woman fell to the floor. "I won't ask twice!" Everyone in the camp gave their supplies. Jaysaun told his men to get ready. Gordon turned away from the camp, knowing what was going to happen. Gunfire blasted across the camp, and Molotovs blasted tents open. Screams came from the "survivors". At least they WERE survivors. 

Gordon went for a walk after the raid. He paced across the dirt path, looking at the vast trees on either side. He saw a girl lying on the floor, bloody and beaten. He rushed over.