Why?

  Hi, my name is Frank but I get called 37985675 by the state, the people who own me. I am being currently charged with the murders of four people. This is not fair, I couldn’t save all my friends from getting killed. Right now I don’t care about charges and what the law says. I am happy because I revenged my best friends.
 It was another holiday at the Airport. I really don't feel like going to work because I want spend my time at home with the guys and do stuff with my family. Well that's behind me, now I am going to work. I arrived at the garage were many of the employees get checked if they have weapons or some type of device. Ever since the terrorist attack on the World Trade Center nobody can be trusted. When I arrived at the gates to the underground parking lot a was stopped and scanned by a couple of lazy guards that always were sitting and playing cards. This needs to be changed because  some massacre can happen or something of that nature.
 With tiredness I got out out of my car and dragged my self to the employee locker room and meet my “brothers”. I meet Joe, Gary and  Frank. I known them since the beginning of time. We exchange some quick words and I went to pick up my gear. My gear was stored in a rusty locker with a barley working lock, that was issued by the airport. Inside is where the heart of my job lies, my black custom made bullet proof vest and my trusty 12 gauge shotgun, in case some thing happens. With this I feel secured at all times.
  Meanwhile
  “Alright Georgio, make sure the bombs go off at exactly when we tell you. seven are located at the main terminal, one at Burger Town, two in the bookstore and many more.”
  
   Alright I think I'm going to the Airport’s Burger Town for my break. My boss agreed and I went off. On my way I saw a pair of men walking in high class clothing with large sports bags. Weird but whatever bunch of different types of people come through here. “Alright NOW!” Everyone stared with confusion when one of the guys yelled. Quickly I heard sounds of gunshots, screaming people dieing and then a heard I tremendous explosion that knocked me of my feet. After that I blacked out.
   What, Where I asked my self when I started to regain my feelings. The only thing alive around me was only me and the sight of falling ash. “Georgio, make sure nobody is alive!” one man said. With this I pretended to play dead. I heard the heavy boots approach me and I felt my heart beating faster and faster, then I heard no more foot steps. They were gone.
   There I was tripping after each trip and I was quickly bleeding out. I felt much pain inside of me, the fear that all my friends had died in the massacre. I desperately placed my charred hand on my wound trying to stop the gushing blood. Minutes After I stood up trying to call for help.There I was, afraid and scared, staring at once was burger town. Now of what is left is pieces of burnt wood and twisted steel. Then I saw something that had me want to throw up.
   There they were hopeless lieing there, shot multiple times. In anger and sadness I fell on my knees and cried. After my eyes were dried up I grabbed a blanket and covered there bodies. “Why, Why, Why them.” I yelled at the top of my lungs. There at that moment I wanted to seek revenge.
                      (There will be a second part that will finish the story)