Walt has white and black hair.

Walt wears a beard on his face.

Walt wears wire rimmed glasses.

Walt shows that he is feeling emotional because of his expressions for exsample he gazes blankly which suggest he’s emotional.

Walt resents his sons actions because Walter says Christopher caused his parents so much pain so this suggest he is hurt.

You can tell Walt is mourning his sons death because he says the “hardest part” “is not having him around no more” so this suggest he is really hurt because his son abandoned his own family and ran away.

He shows an air of authority because it says he’s high up in the ranks of his arcane field an advanced technology called synthetic aperture. This suggest he’s respected because it’s hard to get where he is.

Walters work effects his relationship with his family because he’s not around as much when he’s working “it was a stressful existence. Both Walt and billie are tightly wound, emotional, loath to give ground. Now and then the tension erupted in verbal sparring.” It effects his relationship with his family because he’s getting in arguments with his wife.

i don’t disagree or agree with the statement that Walt is a bad father because he had a ex wife they broke up because he wasn’t earning enough money. But he was a good father because he cared about Christopher

As I walk through the woods shivering, the moon cast my shadow across the door frame. As I enter the decrepit house, I hear a series of loud bangs coming from upstairs.

The staircase lay in front of me. Each stair has cracks where they have been worn away by the leaking pipe overhead. The drip continues as I slowly walk upwards. Every step I take, the staircase creaks beneath my weight. I suddenly feel as though I am not alone. Every step I climb, the one behind me creaks more loudly than my own. The thought of finding my girlfriend forces me to carry on.

I finally reach the top of the stairs. As I walk further the bangs grow louder. It feels as though they are warning me that I should turn back. As I move through the corridor, I see shadows moving from the corner of my eye. I start to hear scratching on the wall behind me and it seems to be getting closer and closer. I hear a loud scream; I thought it was my girlfriend. I started running towards the screech.

Yet, when I reached the door I froze out of fear; my blood stood still. I hesitated. I was nervous I didn’t know what was going be on the other side of the door.