Christian Allister
"You'd think. But unless he's pulling some kind of zombie trick, it's not possible. He died that night in the hospital, after somehow managing to drive himself and his sister there, despite the brutal injuries he sustained. I mean, the guy was practically bleeding out. If he drove all the way from Delaney Grove… Hell, I don't know how he didn't die from the blood loss alone. It's a miracle he even made it to the hospital."
His voice is low and rough, each word dripping with disbelief as if he's struggling to piece together the impossible. The imagery of the boy and his sister, broken and bleeding, stirs something deep inside me. It's more than just the horror of their story; it's the grim determination in his voice, the urgency that hints at how much this case is beginning to haunt him.
