Dead!

Stumbling, at night, on wet floor, Joseph wondered where he trotted in. He has a already had a broken arm which was still healing after a car crash. He was homeless and had been poverty-stricken. He got in this weird place while he was searching for his friends house. He started crossing. Then screech! But it was too late. He was run-over. Blood started dripping from his terrified face, but no-one noticed. His body was laid on the floor when cars kept running over it. The blood was dripping more immensely; the street was full of blood. Joseph was dead.