"Looks like mud?" Eliza said, inspecting it closer "Dirt perhaps?"
"Would be typical for an abandoned mall, but I can't see it too well, considering how dark it is, so I'm not sure," She continued.
Tyler approached, beginning to light the area with his flashlight.
"No that's..." Tyler began, "Blood,"
...
He wasn't wrong.
It was blood.
It looked fresh too.
"We're investigating this further," I said, forcing myself in.
...
All it took was one peek to the left where the blood trail headed, and there it was.
Moxie.
Legs cut off and face bruised.
The empty void where her legs shouldve been was replaced by blood pooling from the corpse.
...
If Moxie's dead, wouldn't that make...
"Tyler, it's you isn't it?" I say turning around in horror.
"What?!" He shouted.
"Why else would Moxie be dead, she was the one accusing you, wasn't she?" I mutter.
I begin walking away.
I'm not getting stuck here with a murderer.
I quicken my pace.
Then, I notice something out of the corner of my eye.
Something shiny, which isn't common when pretty much everything previously shiny here has gone to rust.
I stop to see what it is.
...
It was a key, right by one of the malls obviously now broken down escalators.
It might be for the entrance.
I grab it and shove it in my pocket.
...
Admist the silence, I hear a few slams, and then a loud explosion type noise? That or maybe a gunshot?
And it repeated itself.
Oh...
And then I realized...
The exit is the opposite way.
...
So, having almost no other choice, I sprint back down the halls.
...
And then...
I stop.
Dead in my tracks.
Because...
Maybe I was wrong.
Because right infront of me.
Was...
Tyler.
He was almost unrecognizable. His face wasn't even there.
It was obliterated.
But if Tyler's dead.
Wouldn't that mean?
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Freshmen Don't Speak
Mystery / ThrillerStory "Freshmen Don't Speak" is left without description. TW/CW: Violence Descriptions of violence Swearing. Not intended for younger audiences.
