Glass

Murderer

I push the branches aside, warily looking around me. I turn around to see that the door is almost out of view.

Nothing has attacked me yet. No vines, no crunchers.

Nothing.

What's going on? Why is everything so weird?

I decide to keep moving forward, pushing myself through the leaves. Blood is splattered everywhere. Looking at it makes my stomach churn. I swallow, hard, and continue. The door is now completely out of view. The blood curves around a large fallen tree. I hop over it, and then freeze. One of my feet is soaking wet. I look down.

I'm standing in a puddle of blood.

But the real horror doesn't fill me until I see Toby's body.

No.

No...

I can't move.

My head feels fuzzy. All of my thoughts are slipping away before I can

My head feels fuzzy. All of my thoughts

My head

Thoughts

Before I can finish them.

Blood oozes out of Toby's body as if someone is wringing him like a sponge. His arms and legs are twisted and contorted in strange ways, and his skin is sunken in and blue. He looks like a deflated balloon.

What should I do?

What should I do?

What

Do?

I feel air blow against my face, and suddenly I'm not seeing Toby's body anymore, I'm staring straight into the stiff grass that covers the ground.

Did I fall?

But grass isn't all I feel.

There's something wet.

It's blood.

"What's your name?"

"Toby."

"Toby, huh?"