Someone is knocking at the door. You throw on the dirty pants and shirt from the day before and go answer. Some thirty something year old dude you don't know. He has a fucking revolver in his hand. Looks like a .38. He demands to know where his parents are. What you have done to them. You say you don't know anything about where his parents are. You just found this house empty and took it over for yourself. He points to gun to your back and informs you its time for a whole tour of the place. Any wrong move and he's shooting. You have not even seen all the rooms yet. But you do. Signs of a struggle in the laundry room. Stuff knocked over. Then off to the basement where his mother is dead. A single bullet hole in her forehead. You know your dead too. But you run anyway. You make it a third way up the stairs and he empties the clip at you. Two bullets hit. One in the right calve, taking you down. The next in the side of the head, leaving through the other side.