<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong>The Day Everything Changed</strong></span></div><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/Rt2ECxS.gif)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Kevin Finch<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>June 10th, 2019, 6:00PM<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Kevin's House<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Jack Finch<br/><strong>EXTRA:</strong>Disaster Struck<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Camos<br/><hr/><br/>Kevin grimaced. He knew his father was right. It still wasn't easy to hear. The guilt practically burned from inside. And Kevin knew what he had to ask.<br/><br/>What happened to Mallory was wrong. Wrong on so many levels it hurt. The fact that it was random only made things that much worse. The idea that you wake up one day and demons have destroyed everything is not an easy one to bear, even if you have been privy to the truth more than most people. And the Finches weren't good at comfort. That's probably one reason Kevin had attached so firmly to Mal. There was a warmth there that never seemed to pierce the almost military atmosphere at home. Kevin knew his parents loved him; he also knew that the way they showed it was not by showing it. The idea that the best way to help him was to make him strong. But it was one thing to know it and quite a different one to feel it inside.<br/><br/>Even now, his father was giving his best effort at comfort and falling short. But then again, Jack Finch had seen this before. A lot. Kevin didn't know the number, but through the lessons he and his wife had given their son, he could infer that the number of comrades Jack had buried was more than anyone should in a life. Life was simply cold, cruel, and dangerous, and the best you could do was be as prepared as you can. It was a lesson his parents had driven into him from toddlerhood.<br/><br/>And now it was bearing fruit. "So..." Kevin asked, fists still balled tightly. "I wasn't ready for this." It was painful to admit, but necessary. It wasn't his fault. THat was true too. He had trained hard; he had taken in everything his parents had told him. It wasn't their fault; they drove him as far as they possibly could. It was the world's fault, and he would do what he could to fix it. "That being said," he continued, steely determination in his eyes as he faced his father. "How can I be ready for the next time? Because I'm not going to let this happen again."