I hop out of the van and run, nearly tripping, into the house.
"Rem?!" I run through every room. "REM WHERE ARE YOU?!"
I hear a soft moan from nearby. I turn to his room. A figure lies on the floor and a dark liquid pools around him.
I let out a gasp and immediately pull out my phone.
"Anne... I found him... He's not doing too good." I bend down and pull out a shirt from Remington's dresser and push in on a knife wound in his gut.
"What do you mean?!" Anne screams from the other line.
"He's been stabbed."
~
After Rem is taken by an ambulance, I take the opportunity to investigate the room.
Rem must've put up a fight, because there are things knocked over and broken.
I adventure into the bathroom and find blood smeared across the mirror. I read it carefully and try not to panic.
You're next, Zachariah.
A chill runs down my spine.
I can't be next...
The air around me runs cold and still.
I try my best to ignore the uneasiness and I head upstairs to talk to the others.
"I know chief told me to stay off this case, but I'm ignoring his command." I nod to Connor. "You guys answer to me and me only, understood?"
Everyone on my team nods.
"Good. Let's find Jeff and give him what he deserves."
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Horror"That's one way to get killed." Jillian, my coworker, laughs. "It was just a training coarse." I mumble and rub my shoulder. "Alexander shot me in the shoulder. It was friendly fire!" "Uh-huh, sure." Jillian chuckles as she types up a report from a...
