Part 1 of what appears to be un named

Uhh... where am i...
*looks around as i struggle to raise myself from the ground i tense up as i feel pain course through my body and into my concienceness*

As i look i see what appears to be a abandoned house in the distance with the windows boarded up and half the fence is knocked down or rusted up. seeing as how its the only thing to have for shelter in the area i walk to it warily watching for anything suspicious since i have now clue where i am or how i got here. Getting closer to the abandoned house it seems to be more worse for ware than previously thought. I try to open the gate going into the yard but its chained shut so i jump the fence and continue onward closer to the door. I begin to pull the boards off the door with some struggle feeling every ounce of pain in my shoulders.

(KRRRRRRAAAAAAACCCCKKKKKKKKKK)
*one board comes off as the old tired nails release from the door*

The other two come off in succession as i begin to grow tired from the boards struggling to stay on this old abandoned house.

*turns the knob and walks in as the door sticks to the floor and stays open*

As i begin to look around i see the house fully furnished or what hasn't already been stolen from scavegers picking the house clean. Family possessions scattered around the main room as i begin to delve deeper into the
house I see a torn family portrait with dried blood spattered across it.

*picks up photo*

This family though i cant see the whole picture seemed happy at one point with a little boy that couldnt be any older than 4 or 5 and to happy parent holding their child as if it was their prize possession. They look familliar yet like strangers it puzzles me.

*folds photo and puts it into the right hip pocket and continues on*

Walking up to a bathroom i peer in to the darkness seeing what appear to be bullet holes with blood spattered on the wall with a lipstick container resting on the sink open, *looking in the bath tub a skeleton is found with the back of the skulls head resting awkwardly in the bathtub* that must've been the mother of the little boy...
As i continue to look around i look into the mirror seeing my reflection i see blood all over myself with scratches all over my face and arms; i begin to ponder what the hell happend and i am i here is this my hell my punishment? No it cant be as i shake my disillusionment i know nothing of these people or what lives they live i just woke up and i dont even know who i am. as i feel around my body searching for maybe an idea who i might be i find nothing, not even lint in my pocket.