Lucas was walking down to Westfield and although it was Saturday nothing was open. He was bewildered. He also recognised bizarrely that there was nobody even was driving or walking. He felt a surge of eeriness rise up his body. He felt suspicious and frightened of what will happen next. He peered out in the distance and he saw a dark figure and he gazed at Lucas. Lucas was being watched. He started to run but he was held at gunpoint. He saw a mob of people wearing ski-masks walking towards him. Abruptly they dragged him so truculently that his clothes ripped...