Bloodshot, the new story version

It was a heated dusk, all the heat from the day still hasn’t worn off to a chilling night. The light has only faded as well making the sky colored in fire. The police drove steadily on the road. The road looked towards a slightly worn over small town. Forest filled the sides of the road along with circling the town. The forest had tall, thick trees along with a couple of animals scurrying to a hidden view. The police car had two males in the front. The male diving, Drake, was tall with short brown hair. He was slightly tan from being in the sun and freckled in sunspots. His partner in the passenger seat, Vance, was much more tan and had raven hair. Vance wasn’t as fit as Drake and was slightly overweight. These two officers weren’t the only ones in the car and the place surrounding them wasn’t where they worked. The reason why they were here, was the person in her late teens in the back seat.
Curled up against the car door staring at the on going road and the trees passing by. She was short for her age and an average weight for her size. She had blonde hair that fit with her pale, almost pasty skin. What set her off from her normal complexion, was her eyes. Unlike the rest of her generally being light colors her eyes were a dark brown. Not like a pretty color, no. Her eyes looked as if she felt numb emotionally and held no life to it. Her eyes weren’t always like this and she isn’t in trouble. In fact just a week's worth of time, her eyes were full of life and happiness. She also never had to deal with police either. But now, that has all changed. In a week's worth of time. The thing that changed her life so dramatically quick, was her father’s death.
That was the image that lingered in her mind and she was still thinking about as more trees and road passed by. No matter what she did, she just couldn’t get the thought out of her head. She couldn’t even think of something else for twenty seconds without the thought popping up. She just couldn’t. Not without thinking of her father’s scared looking eyes with his now white, irises. Or how blood drained he seemed because of the pool of dark red beneath him. At this point she chose to think of her father. Not because she wanted to think of the horrific event, but because she knew it the thought would still linger the next day. The next month. The next year. That thought would always stay in the back of her mind, no matter the circumstances. That thought would stay till’ the day she died. The girl in her late teens, was Katrina.