[i]Frank[/i]

The moment the pipe connected with the mook's head, Frank's world shattered. A cacophony of terrifying noises erupted around Frank. Cars colliding, gunfire, and screams. The screams were the worst.

Frank scrabbled to recollect himself, noticing the hoodlums noticing him. Without thinking, Frank darted towards home, the ground behind him erupting with gunfire, asphalt flying. Frank barely made it into the door, gasping and wheezing through smoker's lung. The stairs up should be the easy part, though.

Frank works his way up, occasionally impeded by neighbors and strangers going down, carrying luggage and children. A chill down his spine tells Frank all he needs to know: He needs to get out, now.

As he reaches the door, his thoughts go back to Johnny. Did he survive the shooting? Would he help Frank escape? Doubt it. But where's the harm in trying? He's only probably paranoid and recovering, not to mention the shootout, and the... screaming.

[color=a36209]"John, you in here?"[/color] Frank calls out as he slowly opens the door.