Where em I?
"What?! What em I? Who the hell are you? Where em I?" the man standing in front of Frank says with anger, confusion and discomfort.
Frank lowers his guard but maintains his stance. He looks inquisitively at the confused, scared and yet asserted man who was staggering in front of him. He kept his gun pointed at the man but slowly began to change his facial expression. He began feeling more sorry for the man than he was afraid of him. The stranger however seemed to have finally gotten his bearings right. He looked upon Frank who was still pointing his gun at him and immediately sprang to his feet using his stronger right arm to slap the gun out of Frank's hand. The two now fight it out in quite a physical contest. The stranger manages to get his way in the fight and goes for the gun. He points it at Frank and warns him, "Take it easy whoever you are or this will get ugly."
"DADDY!!!!" a loud shout comes from behind the stranger. The sudden shout startled the man and before he can realize anything, his already set fire on his host. The bullet goes straight to the heart, Frank dies instantly. The stranger looks back only to see nothing but the door that was there before. There is nothing and no one anywhere near the house. He finds himself in the most uncomfortable situation imaginable. his lost, he has no idea who he is and he just committed murder. It did not look like it was gonna be a good day. He fell to his knees and dropped the gun. He crawled next to the body, ignoring or perhaps oblivious to the pool of blood that surrounded it. His little venture had him completely covered in blood. Yet it seemed that he didn't even notice on account of the grief he's feeling.
He begins to cry and weep lamentably over the body. Then he hears footsteps coming towards the the room a bit too quick for him to respond. It's Junior and a few steps behind him was his mother. They look straight into his tear filled eyes and at the bloody body on the floor. It takes them no more than five seconds to realize what's happened. The two burst in tears and the mother of the boy puts him behind her and asks in a weeping, sorrowful and scared voice, "What did you do to him you monster?!" He has not the courage or even the motivation to reply to her. All he could say was, "Am sorry!" with much sorrow and gloom in his eyes. He picked himself up and left the house in what didn't seem to be much of a worry. He couldn't even keep his head up.
In his emotional distress I seems that that he had completely forgotten that he was covered in blood from top to bottom. It began to rain, not so heavily though. He managed to move just fine. He didn't seem to even have a preferred direction of movement. He just moved into whichever direction seemed most convenient. His distress leads him to walk right in the middle of the road. Then a bus moving at a speed that is rather reckless for this weather and hour comes straight towards him. Fortunately, or unfortunately, the driver sees him standing straight in the middle of the road and turns so rapidly that he loses control and the bus turns on itself and is about to crush. By some means oblivious to him, he can hear the screams and fears of everyone in the bus. He can literally feel thier fear. He knows none of them will survive. "NO!!" he screams. And right then the bus stops right in mid fall. It comes down gently and none of the people on the bus are hurt, physically that is.
This incident will probably haunt them one way or the other but in the moment they are overjoyed and flustered. they have no idea how they are still alive but they didn't really care much. They all came out of the bus and gave thanks in rather strange ways as you'd expect. Some kissed the ground, others offered prayers and some Sang songs. He had gained some peace in his heart upon seeing the joy on their faces. But the guilt of murdering Frank was still hanging over his head.
He decides to keep moving. After a while he finds himself in a graveyard, the very same one that he was picked from, but he doesn't realize that.