After his encounter with John, Roy walked over to his car and drove back to his uncle Darrell, who he'd been staying with since his father's passing. He passed burned down buildings, graffiti, and people sleeping in rags on the street.
He opened the door of his Grey car and stepped out onto the concrete driveway. The rain on his suit was slowly drying. He walked up to the steps to the door and unlocked it. His uncle had left the funeral at the end, alongside everyone else. He had to go get food since the shops were closing soon. Roy thought it was a bit strange that his uncle wasn't there but he figured he was just taking his time.
He took off his clothes and turned on the shower and got in. The warm water was nice but it could hardly sooth him. He got out, wrapped a towel around him and picked out some night clothes. He turned on the TV and began watching some mindless slop reality show. After about twenty minutes, he herd the low sound of a car moving into the drive. Blue and red lights washed over him, coating the house in the colors. Fear rose through Roy's body.
"Why the hell are the police here?!" Thought Roy, possibly out loud.
There was three knocks. Roy stood up. He moved towards the door and opened it. There were three cars parked outside the house. The officer at the door introduced himself as Pete.
" You might want sit down."