The Comprehensive Evolution of American Comics.

Chapter 520 The Destined Day
Frank's body trembled and he couldn't stand steadily. Thanks to the fence behind him, he was able to stabilize his body and not fall to the ground. Frank's feet naturally stepped on the carpet again, and the carpet soaked in red liquid made a "paji" sound again.

The force of the stomping this time was undoubtedly much greater than before, even the red liquid in the blanket was splashed, and the trouser legs, which were not very clean to begin with, were now stained with blood red.

Without hesitation, Frank immediately turned around, supported himself on the fence and jumped out of the porch. As soon as he landed, Frank took off his upper body clothes and spread them on the ground, then searched for stones on the grass and collected them all on his clothes.

Soon Frank collected enough stones. He wrapped them in clothes and made them into a simple meteor hammer. He ran to the other side of the house with the stones. There was a large window on the wall, which was the kitchen of the house.

Frank grabbed the sleeve that was left free with both hands and slammed it against the window with all his strength.

"Clap!"

The glass shattered with a sound. Frank used his sleeve to retract the meteor hammer, unbuttoned his shirt and poured all the stones inside onto the ground. He picked up a piece of suitable size and began to clean the glass shards on the window, then spread his shirt on the windowsill.

With his hands on the window sill covered with clothes, Frank successfully climbed into the house through the window. The first thing Frank did when he entered the house was to pick up a kitchen knife from the knife rack, and then he pulled the apron beside him and used it to tie the kitchen knife to his hand.

After doing all this, Frank began to observe the surrounding environment. Fortunately, there was nothing unusual in the kitchen. There was tableware for five people on the dining table, a large vegetable salad and a large basket of bread. There was also a large pot on the stove, with continuous hot steam coming out of it.

Frank walked closer and saw that what was stewed inside was one of his wife's specialties, Basque chicken stew. It was very convenient because he could make a large pot at a time.

After checking the kitchen, Frank tiptoed to the corridor. As soon as he arrived, he saw his father Mario. This traditional tough old white man was sitting on the ground leaning against the wall of the corridor with a Winchester in his hand. The scarlet marks on the wall extended from his head to the ground and connected to the pool of blood.

Frank turned around and saw his mother Louisa, who was kneeling in front of the door with her head weakly against it. From the horrible bloody hole on her back and the pool of blood under her body, it was clear why the carpet at the door was wet.

Frank was extremely glad that he used his apron to support the knife in his hand, otherwise the knife would have slipped from his hand and fallen to the ground.

"Maria..."

Even though he had given up hope, Frank still searched the house for his wife and two children, and finally he came to a large wardrobe.

Looking at the blood oozing from the gap of the closet door, Frank trembled like a quail that fell into the water, but he still opened the closet door with trembling hands.

His wife Maria was curled up in the closet holding their daughter Lisa. Both of them had stopped breathing. The terrified expressions on their faces before they died broke Frank's heart in two.

Frank never found his youngest son, Frank Jr. Frank found a bloody mark on the building leading to the second floor, which was obviously a sign of dragging.

Going upstairs, Frank followed the blood trail to his son's door. Looking at the bloody handprint on the door handle, Frank was silent for a while, put his hand on it, and turned the handle to open the door.

Before the door was fully opened, an ugly human head popped out from the crack of the door. It smiled at Frank with its disgusting face and said, "Hello, Dad!"

Frank ignored the madman he didn't recognize. He peered through the crack in the doorway into the room and saw his son, Frank Jr., lying in bed. Although Frank could only see his son's face due to the angle of view, he could tell from his expression that he had died a restless death. Returning his gaze to the madman's deranged grin, Frank remained silent for a moment.

Then he laughed too.

...

"rustle!"

In the backyard of the house, Frank, covered in blood, waved a shovel and dug five large pits in the ground. Beside the pile of soil were the bodies of the Custer family wrapped in sheets and curtains.

With a long sigh, Frank straightened up and stuck the shovel into the ground, then moved the bodies of his family members one by one to their respective pits, and finally buried them one by one.

Frank didn't finish all this until dawn. He made five simple tombstones with the fence of his own house, marked each person's name on them, and then placed them on their respective graves.

This is to make it easier to distinguish them in the future. Frank cannot leave his family here forever, nor can he let them die in the wilderness. He can only place them here temporarily and come back to bury them properly after he has resolved all the issues.

After doing all this, Frank returned to the house. He walked into the kitchen and put a large bowl of cold stewed chicken on the dining table and started to eat it. The familiar taste instantly filled his taste buds.

With every bite, Frank's rage grew stronger. He slammed the table, picked up a kitchen knife and threw it at the big pot on the stove.

The kitchen knife hit the pot with a dull thud, and the huge force caused the pot to lose balance and fall off the stove. With a snap, the soup in the pot spilled out.

That was not a normal dish, but a pot of people. The reason why it was called a pot of people was that the people in the pot were not only cut into sticks, but even their internal organs were taken out of their abdominal cavities.

From the scarred head, it can be vaguely identified that the man in the pot is the psychopath who smiled at Frank before. The reason why he is called a psychopath is that Frank can't get anything out of him.

Even if Frank broke off all his nails, broke all the toilet paper and toes, and broke his limbs, he could only get some meaningless wailing and crazy talk. Frank finally gave up and killed the mental patient.

But Frank didn't believe that this madman killed his family. He didn't have a gun on him, and his father was holding a Winchester, so it was impossible for him to die at the hands of a psychopath with a knife.

Frank was puzzled until he saw the clothes of the psychopath. Although he had no hope, he still picked up the pile of clothes. In order to facilitate the interrogation, Frank had roughly torn them off and thrown them aside not long ago.

"Clap."

Just as he picked up the clothes, a rolling object as thick as a finger fell out of the clothes and fell to the ground.

(End of this chapter)