"What the fuck!?" Nestor shouts, falling from his chair to the ground where his suitcase lay, the bluetooth falling from his ear. He swiped it up, unable to rip his eyes away from the gruesome scene. His friend, Johnathen, had told him to bring a firearm with him for self defense in the city he lived in. This was not the city, Nestor was simply lost. This was nit what he was supposed to be defending against. The gun he had left in the car.