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𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐇
07:21 AM | 1998 JUNE 18 THE ARKLAY MOUNTAINS
FLASHING lights of cameras, bright yellow barricade tape, authorities in their uniforms and wailing family members insisting to enter the premise surrounded the dead Arklay Mountain.
Fresh blood drenched the soil, rottening the fresh yet already dirty land where fresh corpses of teenagers lies morbidly.
Stood before the bodies was a woman. Doning an formal attire in that wide pants and blazer. An ID clipped on her right chest, a symbol of white and red umbrella on it.
Hands on her pockets, staring down stoically the dead boy's body.
Ribs jutted out of the sunken cavity of the chest. A pile of entrails and rended flesh on his side. Face mangled, only the left upper part was intact.
The sight was the fifth of the known mysterious deaths case around the Arklay Mountains.
The group of thirteen youths was found dead at their trailer and camp at Arklay Mountains using the phone location of one of the reported missing victims two days ago.
The group was thrill seekers and was heard by some their other friends and classmates to be curious about the rumour of a grizzly bear around the area.
A rumour that was replaced at 16th of June with that of a pack of particularly aggressive dogs, which had been sighted by hikers.
It was said that the teenagers told their parents about their night camp with their group but not at Arklay Mountains.
The police determined that the kids had died of blood loss, the result of suffering that same vigorous bites to their necks,
Which was found on the recent victims, as well as the extensive mutilations—ripped open faces and excavated bellies.
The investigation conducted by the Raccoon Police Department was extensive, but they yielded no results but they had quickly determined cannibalism to be part of the murders.
Along with a theory that the murders were committed by a group of cultists, who consume narcotics before killing then eating their human sacrifices.
The police began questioning the Raccoon General Hospital and pharmacies, hoping to find patients with suspicious injury.
But these investigations made no progress. It was pointless.
An officer walked over the woman's direction, looking around the gut-flipping yet pitiful sight and stood next to her.
Frowning, "What do you think really happened to them?" The officer, Elliot Edward asked her, eyes at the corpse by the folded red chair, that was taken slowly by coroners, careful not to rip it apart.
