Its one of those rare sunny days and down in the street there's giggles and gaggles. A bunch of troublesome teens spraying their artistic skills on the walls of their loved neighbourhood.

 

 

"Yo! Give me the black"

"You give me the purple"

 

 

They laugh and throw around the cans holding its unwashable ink of their youth freely spraying onto their bricked canvas.

 

 

"Girls! Get your ' in this house right now!" Shouts another who, due to an u fortunate accident, is bind to a wheelchair unable to accompany the others.

 

 

"There goes granny"

"Shut up she'll hear you!"

 

 

They mock and hiss whilst obediently retreating to the building called home.

 

 

However, come noon... All laughter and happiness turns around...

 

 

Gun shots sound throughout the streets accompanied by the pouring rain and flashing thunder.

 

 

"Hello? Hello do you copy?" Echos the worried voice of a woman as she presses her ear piece deep into her ear. There is a sudden screech from the speaker leaving her ears ringing in pain. "AISH! CHINCHA!" She shouts annoyed...

 

 

Loud noises sound throughout the whole house from the downstairs doorway making her jump. She grabs a baton and silently and causiously creaks down the dark corridors of the upper floor and peers down towards the door to see who it is...

 

 

 

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