Someone's out there. It would be better if you knew just who it is.
You walk beside the blood, following it up a hill and into the trees where the light of the street lamps barely touches the ground.
"Hello?" you try, hoping to make this a little more straightforward.
Something moves behind a gathering of bushes a little ways off. If only you could have brought your phone with you into this messed-up place so you could use it as a flashlight.
As you round the corner of the bushes, you try to give it a wide berth so you're not taken by surprise by whatever's behind there.
The first thing you see is a hand sprawled out in the dirt. A few more steps and you see the rest of him.
His eyes are open and aimed at the sky.
"Barry?" you say, going closer to look, but it isn't him. It looks like him, but maybe in a couple of decades and a few more hard kicks from life.
Someone else steps out from behind the bushes. She's maybe twelve with dirty blonde hair framed in some kind of white hat.
"Enough," she says.
You take a step back and fall into a pile of dead leaves illuminated by daylight that wasn't there a second ago.
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