"Did you hear that?" Shayna asked Blake after they had finished their lunches. Blake turned, his muscles rippling from under his thin baseball tee- shirt.
"It sounded like a guy yelling," he said hesitantly. "Like Kurt."
"Hurry!" Shayna cried, her old Converse in motion before she finished saying the words. The rest of the team scrambled to follow. She raced down the trail that led to the stream, leaping over the logs and rocks in her way.
She felt a sense of dread she couldn't explain. It propelled her forward, and she was now moving less because of physical health and more because of desperation.
"Kurt!" Shayna gasped when she caught sight of his ruffled brown hair. He was crouching on the bank of the stream, looking into it, seemingly watching a small cloud of flies that were swarming around the water. When he turned to face her, his hazel-blue eyes were haunted and gaunt.
When she came closer, Shayna nearly threw up. Kerry was in the stream. Lying on the rocks in the deepest part of the rushing water. Her eyes glassy, staring up to the sky but unseeing, and her face twisted in an image of terror. Blood trickled from her mouth, tarnishing the hard work she had put into her makeup just an hour before.
Kerry Blackburn was dead.
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A Ship Without Sails
Mystery / Thriller[ COMPLETED ] "You know how there's a bunch of nice, brand-new, fancy McMansions on a street, and then there's that one old, dull, small house that's totally out of place? The one everyone's just waiting to be torn down? I'm that house." Shayna Blac...
