he was in a little house that smelled of pipe tobacco , he was in a living room with framed photos of animals-pretty special ones , according to the captions-on the walls , a living room where only the huge , shapeless chair in front of the tv looked really used , and he had just tied his bandanna around his leg where he had sustained a bullet-wound , shallow but a bona fide bullet-wound just the same , and people were yelling , scared and yelling , and the skinny woman in the sleeveless blouse was also wounded ( nothing shallow about hers , either ) and outside people were dead , and if all this was n't a problem , then steve guessed that `` problem '' was a concept without meaning .