There was a man walking down the street. He got hit by a car. The End... Or so everyone thought in all truthfulness he had died, but this isn't his story.
His name was Jeremy Fitzgerald. He was a happy man. Obviously he doesn't stay this way, but he is for the time being. He was on a late night walk to the store when sadly he was killed in a fatal accident , and so was a little girl who was sitting in the backseat of the car that killed him. This isn't her story either.
The little girl's name is Isabella Johnson. She was four years old. Thirty minutes earlier her mother had been murdered and she'd been kidnapped. This isn't the story of her mother either.
Her mother's name was Sarah Johnson. She was sad and single, Trying to provide for her daughter. They were poor. They couldn't afford a car. They only reason their house was so large, is because she inherited it from her late grandfather. A week earlier her husband Jeremy Johnson went missing. They found the body that morning. She was so stricken with grief she neglected to lock the door that night. This isn't her husbands story either.
Jeremy Johnson was on his way to work, and decided to take a shortcut through an alleyway that could cut five minutes from the walk. In the ally he saw a man mugging a woman. he tried to help but it was too late she was dead. All that came from trying to help was getting himself shot. This isn't her story either.
Her name was Jessica Stewart. She had started her car, but forgot her phone, so she went back inside. What she saw was the absence of a car and a body with a tire track left on his stomach. She called emergency services to come, quick, but it was too late he was dead. She blamed this on herself and quickly became depressed over the man she had gotten killed. She hired a hitman to kill her in an alleyway. This is the story of the car thief.
The man in question was Terry Bates. He was wanted for murder and needed a way out of the state. That's when he saw it. A car With keys in the ignition, ripe for the stealing. It's a shame a guy had to die for him to have it. About a day later he got a call. He finally had a job. She met him in an alley way, but things went wrong when a man had come to stop him. He had to kill them both. He hid them in a dumpster and got the hell out of there. On his way he saw a house that looked empty enough, as there wasn't a car, and it was an okay sized house. He went in and found, to his dismay it wasn't empty. There was a woman sleeping on the couch and a little girl sleeping in a chair. He promptly killed the woman, but couldn't bring himself to kill a little girl. She looked four at most. He took her sleeping body and put it in the car. He was driving for about thirty minutes, when he collided with a car skidded and hit the man. That is the last thing he remembered. He woke up in the hospital. Surrounded by guards, ready to take him to prison.
