"Whoa…" I muttered. "Was that the beast?"
Barry nodded his head timidly. "It has to be. No one does this amount of damage except if it was an animal—a strong animal."
I sighed, as I steadily walked towards the body. "We should maybe just turn back," I said, looking back at Barry. But he still shook his head. "We got something this guy doesn't—didn't—have," he said.
I looked at him, waiting for his mind-blowing answer.
"Three people, and ammo," Barry said, cocking his weapon. "Plus, you guys have your little knives. That could do some work."
I stammered just like he would, before I sighed and kept it shut, as he continued walking. Flies hovered over the pieced-up body, and the smell reeked miles away from the dead soul.
"Alright, just so we don't end up like him, we're going to do two things. One, hide, and two, search."
