It was like Karl was in his own world, because he was riding his bike down the road as fast as he could, forgetting about all that was behind him. He forgot about being stuck in that house for days like a prisoner, and about his mama not being responsive, he finely felt free. Karl kept riding his bike down the road, but his eyes had caught a gimps of something down the road. As he got closer and closer it became more clear. He was in shock about what he was seeing. Someone was writing on the walls, Hitler is killing our fathers. Karl's heart stopped and was lost for words, he couldn't believe his eyes. Karl just kept riding down the the road hoping to not see what he seen again. But down the road a few more yards, there was another writing, Hitler is killing our fathers. This was the same but it was bigger, and beside it was a white flower that was panted as well. He went up to touch the paint and it was still wet. He was thinking that who ever was here, must not have been here a lot time ago. He noticed there was some paint that was trailing alone the ground. Karl went to fallow that trail hoping to find who did this crime.