The San Diego Homeless Murders Volume 1 — Elizabeth Meadows

With one final blow to the already battered, bleeding, and sunken in face, he stepped back. He stared at the mangled body on the ground. The man's face was unrecognizable, and you couldn't tell what color hair he had through all of the blood.

The newspaper he had laid out to sleep on, was no longer black and white, but red with his blood.

William stepped away, looking down at his hands.

'Man my knuckles hurt.' He thought to himself.

'That's one less person that San Diego has to feed, and help.' His thoughts continued. He had a good reason to be angry with this man.

William Mead was a thirty-nine year old retired chief warrant officer 3 after twenty-one years of service for our country. He was married once, and then divorced on peaceful terms. In fact, his ex-wife claimed he was dull and boring. His everyday life was too mundane for her.

William looked back at the lifeless body lying on the ground, still bleeding out.

'If she could see me now.' He chuckled.

Before you go judging William for what he just did, let's first take a look back on his life.

William's parents didn't expect to have a new baby. The shock wore off pretty quickly, and then they were elated. They already had a fourteen year old son when Shelly, Mark's mother had William.

Mark's father, Larry, has already done twenty-three years, and is a colonel, in the USMC, when William was born.

When William was born, everyone was very excited. As stated before, he was unexpected, but such a happy surprise.

Even though his brother Mark was only fourteen when William was born, he knew he wanted to follow in his father's footsteps. He talked about it all the time, and Larry had already started training him, knowing what he would have to go through in boot camp. He, of course, was proud of his son. His mother, Shelly, was very proud and supportive, yet a bit nervous, having her son following in the footsteps of a Marine.