Mr. Anderson was returning from what he hoped was his final day of civic-duty as 'lo and behold at the outskirts of town was a 3-car pileup and massive police-roadblock keeping him away from his family. He Set his old truck into park, and took the keys with him as he stepped out to investigate; several people on the other side of the roadblock appeared to be doing the same.

That was when he heard the screams.

Then he heard a shot. And he caught the glimpse of a large hunk of polished steel going into somebody's head.

Quickly, he turned back for his truck. Naturally picking-up his pace a little to avoid whatever insanity he was witness to.