It was a terrible day for Mike Hunt. It had started, with him being fired from his job at the local supermarket where he stacked shelves. After, a long night of worrying due to paying his rent late, Mike walked to work, his mind clouded with thoughts on how he would make ends meet, when a car, sped past him spraying him with water that had built up on the edge of the road thanks to the rain last night.
After this, Mike got to his job, and like usual, took the stock and put them on the shelves. His day passed quickly and quietly, and as his shift ended, Mike locked up the stock storage and prepared to leave, when his boss asked him to come to his office for a second. Walking to his bosses office, Mike wondered why he was there, and as he opened the door was suddenly punched in the stomach, making him kneel down and gasp for air. As he looked upwards, to see who the attacker was, Mike saw a young man, looking as though he was in his thirties, wearing a suit look down at him, rage filling his eyes as he looked down, and raising his leg about to kick him.
"You killed my son you Bastard!" the man yelled, as he kicked Mike in his face, making two teeth fly out, as blood covered Mike's face.
"What?" Mike said as he attempted to stand up, only to be pushed back down by the man.
"You killed my son. My boy. My only child and now i'm going to kill you." the man snarled, raising his already bloody fist to strike him again.
"Mister Hoskins, That is enough!" Mike's boss yelled holding the man back.
"No. You have to let me kill him." the man growled attempting to get back to Mike.
"Absolutely not. Enough is enough Mr Hoskins, now shut up and let me deal with this." Mike's boss responded
"Now Mike, what this man says is true. You by your sheer incompetence killed Mr Hoskins son." Mike's boss said directing his attention to the bloody man on the floor.
"What... No... How?" Mike said wondering how this was his fault.
"Last week, during your shift, you stacked the shelves like usual. However, you put actual peanut butter in the nut free section. Mr Hoskins here bought said peanut butter for his son, who was deathly allergic to nuts, and let him eat it leading to the poor boys death." Mike's boss said gruffly.
"No that's...that's impossible, I always check the stock at least four time s before shelving them so I don't make these kinds of mistakes." Mike responded, as fear if what has happened and the consequences to come sank in.
"Well not this time you didn't. And because of your idiocy, a young boy is dead. So, now that you know, you are fired. Now get out of here before i let Mr Hoskins actually kill you."
Mike picked himself of the floor, turned around and limped out of the office, slowly making his way out of the store. Then, suddenly he heard a yell, a large crash and a quite whistling sound, before everything went dark.