Julie slowly opened her eyes. Her labored breathing screaming in the silence. Her husband's dead eyes staring accusingly, only inches from her own. "Ginny", she yelled out, but the only sound to leave her lips was blood gurgling. Oh God, her Ginny, her sweet baby daughter. Where was she? Was she..., was she dead?

It took every ounce of life force she had left; she pushed up, lifting the upper part of her body off the floor. Snuggled in her dead husband's arms, lay the body of her daughter. Julie's body dropped heavily back to the floor. Dead they were dead. They were all dead.

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Julie squinted as she looked up to the sky. She slipped on her sunglasses as she limped down the stairs from the Rehabilitation Center and over to her car. It has been a long hard year, but she finally got the clean bill of health and a new face. She's worked extremely hard over the past eleven months. The first month was spent just trying to breath and live. They weren't sure she would live, let alone, walk again. One bullet pass through one lung and lounged itself in her other lung. One bullet shattered the bone in her upper thigh and yet another one tore through her chest, barely missing her heart and breaking through her spinal column. And if that wasn't enough, he turned back and shot her in the face. They repaired the damage in her lungs. She was turning her head when he shot her in the face. The doctors said she was lucky. The bullet did more damage to