Ben Stanley arrived at the crime scene. The forensic guys doing their work as usual. The other guys taking photographs of the crime scene, everyone was doing their tasks. Ben was a detective. A tall and fat guy with a huge tummy. That’s how every fat man is but his tummy was comparatively larger when compared to the others. Anyway lets not wander off. A man had been murdered and was lying in a pool of what seemed to be his own blood. Ben had seen many such crime scenes but there was something different about this one.
The sunlight fell on my face, which made me realise that it was morning and that I had to wake up and do the usual boring stuff. I looked at the clock and saw that I had been asleep for a long time. I had a weird and spooky dream that I was dead and it was my funeral. I saw my mom, my dad, my brother and all those whom I barely knew.
Robbie Park was a journalist and an anchor, lets call him Rob, he was good at what he did. In fact he was one of the best in it. He did shows in which he would travel to places and shed light on the cultures of that place. Rob had won many prizes and awards in his career.
Jim worked in an engineering company as the head of security. He was young and was very, very muscular. He liked his job, everyone does once they start getting their salary, but then, there are some exceptions, who wander off in different directions.