"Me too, Girl Scout me too." He said he took off his jacket and set it over Girl Scout and walked out of the room he set up near the front door window and peaked out of it, he was going to keep watch the first night, mainly because he didn't want anyone sneaking in, in the middle of the night. If they could get in someone else could, at least that's how Travis always thought. It must of been memory lane night as he couldn't help but think of his sister, her loving smile for him despite everything going on at the time, her holding him while he cried after his step fathers nightly beatings, that know it all attitude that made him feel like he was living with a genius. He missed her, missed everything about her, he could hardly remember her voice and it drove him insane.

The only person he could remember with any clarity in that house was his step father, who would beat them without and provocation, he would also take his sister into a room and lock the door. That was the only time Travis could remember his sister crying, she was always crying when she walked out of the room, at the time he didn't understand a damn thing but as he grew older he understood. He remembered after his last job walking up to the door the new guy in tow. The outbreak in full swing, chaos on the streets his step father recognized him and told him to get his ass in the house, so Travis did his step father told him everything he had missed in the house. His mother dying of a heroin overdose and how he feels so alone, without his sister being there. Not his mother his sister, at that point Travis understood it all. He shot him down with his pistol emptied the entire fucking clip in that fat fucker. Dropped the pistol turned on the gas stove and burnt the house down like it would burn away all of his memories.