Ten year old, Rhea Anderson stood in the middle of her driveway with tears falling down her face. Looking back at her house, where the flames seemed to be reaching for her through now broken windows and doors. She could hear the sirens screaming in the distance and someone really far away was yelling her name. When she turned to see Mrs.Tripple from next door standing beside her, Rhea melted into the kind, elderly lady's arms. "Rhea, are you alright?" "I thought bad things only happened at night, Mrs. Tripple. It's too pretty out here for this to be real." Her little eyes rolled back into her head and she crumpled to the ground. When Rhea next woke, she was in a hospital room with her Aunt Diana sitting in a chair beside her. "Welcome back sweetie. You had us all scared there for awhile." "Why are you here, Aunt Diana? Where is Mama and Daddy?" Diana gently took Rhea's hand and kissed her knuckles through the bandages on her hands. "Sweetheart...I'm so sorry. They didn't make it. You are the only survivor, honey." "That's not true! The men...they told Mama that she could leave with Andreah and I saw Mama run out the back door carrying the baby. I was hiding just like Daddy told me to and Daddy said everything was going to be alright. Then there was fire everywhere and I had to leave my hiding spot. Did I do right when I left? Daddy told me to hide." "What men? Who did this Rhea?" "I don't know who they are. They kept yelling at Daddy to make the antidote, but he said he couldn't do it." "Honey, that doesn't make sense. It was just an accident. You are confused." "No, I am pissed."