Hendrix had been on the green with his mother and father, it was no surprise to him that they had been arguing when the explosion shook the ground and the debris began falling around them. Hendrix, panicking, covered his mother, wrapping his arms around her. A piece of car struck Hendrix's shoulder, knocking him off kilter but he still remained firm. "Mom, you okay?!" he asked.
"I'm okay," she said hugging him. "Hen! You're bleeding!"
He finally looked down at his own arm and his eyes grew wide at the blood. "Fuck, fuck... I have to go... I'll be okay, I have to find Jenny and Ella," he said of his friends.
"Hendrix no!" He didn't listen though, as he took off and headed straight for the parking lot. He was barely paying attention when he ran into his former housemate who was looking just as frustrated and shocked. "Julian," he said putting his hands on the other boy's shoulders to stabilize himself. "Are you okay?"