Disaster 002

He stood there moving around the nearby trashcan, the only object that was new and tidy. The morning chillness grazed his chest as he stood with his inner, folding his palms under his armpits hoping to get warm.

His thoughts circled through the situation and tried different ways to analyse what could have happened and how to catch the murderer.

And his instincts just told him to look into the victims deeply battered face. There seemed something about it.

He couldn't even recognise the face nor could anyone, even close one's. Who the hell in this world would have done this unimaginable scene, he thought as his face turned stiff and Stern again.

Gunshot. And in a blink of eye he fled the scene, crawling and jumping off a two feet fence which barely hindered any nuisance.
He witnessed horrifying and unusual happening. A woman shot herself, just few yards away from the body.

The shot broke the silence of the day. He staggered his way slowly and watching carefully across all possible sides he could. He reached the woman's body that lay backwards. He didn't hesitate to turn her and to his astonishment the bullet just blowed the woman's forehead and no wonder she left her body to dust.

What even made him to shatter and fell to ground is the fact that the woman was pregnant.

On the way.......