Gracie didn't think it was possible at the time, but as she stood there hopelessly trying to assess the damage to her car, she started to miss her dad more than ever. The engine kept running until she turned it off and it wasn't making any odd noises, so it seemed safe to assume that the harm was entirely cosmetic. The headlights were busted, though, which meant that night driving was going to be even more dangerous until they could be replaced. As there wasn't anything to be done for it just then, the young blonde decided to check out the rest of the house. What awaited her was oddly serene. Boring, almost. No bullet holes, no bodies, no broken windows. There was still food in the fridge, though only stuff that came in cans or jars was still good, and family photos still rested on every available surface. The only hint that the owners had fled was a total lack of any clothing or toiletries to be found. They must have grabbed the bare essentials and gotten out of the neighborhood faster than their neighbors who wasted time trying to pack up their entire lives.