Walter Fredrickson was an internet celebrity or sort of according to him. He prank called people and made the videos and uploaded them. He also did gaming walkthroughs and all that. He sure did garner a good amount of views on the internet.
Walter had just finished recording a video and came out of his studio. He scratched his head and looked at his phone; it was two in the afternoon. He walked to the hall and sat on the sofa. He turned his music player and started playing electronic music. He liked it and was planning to record them and upload them on his channel.
“That’s the problem we don’t know anything about him,” said Harry Shane.
“Well, what do you think shall we do then?” asked Jack Parker.
I followed him through the streets of London. He was a way to find Rick Anderson, the leader of a terrorist organization. Rick was a good man before an incident took place in his life, it changed him. No one knows what happened to him.
He stood there watching with horror. The man in red liquid fallen in one of the garbage boxes. The boy who saw was shocked. He was unable to move a muscle. His body sweating, his heart racing like a Ferrari. He could not just look anywhere else. He fell down, into a deep black pit, in his worst nightmares. He fell unconscious.