They found her on the stairs with silent tears running down her face. One of the white suits had to pry her hand  off of the metal railing, she didn't even resist. Her eyes didn't leave the awful view. The white suit picked her up, while two others shot off their guns. The white suit walked her to a woman standing in the door, the suit handed the little four-year old to her. The woman cradled her as the little girl wove her hands into the woman's dark hair, tears still running down her chubby cheeks. "It's okay Willa, I've got you now. The crazies can't hurt you anymore. Your parents can't get you." The woman patted the girl's back as she brought her to the helicopter like vehicle. Willa kept watching as the white suits put her parents bodies into yellow bags, fingers tugging and twirling the hair. "You'll be fine."

Willa would not be fine. After all, it's hard to be fine once you've seen your insane parents eat your brother.