Tires squeal, a scream echoes throughout the confines of his normally organized mind.
Blood splatters on the roadway, as a well-known shudder runs through his nimble body. It's become an ordinary part of his life though, experiencing the death of his people.
But why is it that he feels a strange feeling of déjà vu? He's pretty sure that he's never seen this person before. So he has to investigate exactly who this person is, why he has this feeling that's escaping out of his right eye? This "feeling" is quickly wiped up by a woolen jacket, as he runs toward the car crash that has just occurred thirty minutes away from where he is at the moment.
Except he's too late, and before he knows it, the body of this person has already been taken care of, and was in the process of being taken away by officials. His monotone blue eyes surveyed the scene of chaos. People that have just witnessed the person's death take pictures, as a feeling of disgust runs t