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#6 - white noise

"Anythin' from the townsfolk?" Asked the village's ever bored captain, Robert, to his lower-ranked workmates.

Dejected, they shook their head, hung low. "Nothing new, sir. Not even any witness on sight."

It's been days already. The corpses seem recently killed, but it seems days ago. What can state policemen do in this situation? We're just an ordinary police station in a deserted town...

"We haven't got any choice, huh," Robert said, sighing.

"What do you plan to do?" Asked the lieutenant.

"We're goin' ta investigate on this more, Lt. John," Robert said, looking at the horrible picture of the dumpster. "This is serious."

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Cassiopeia

The bell rang, but I was already inside the classroom. I wanted to talk to someone, but not Isaac, or Travis, or any of my female friends. All of them remind me of Travis, and he's seriously hurting my head.

Greg! Yeah, I want to talk to him. He recommended me this game called BlueLine and it sucks. I thought with a smile.

I suddenly remembered what Travis told me this morning.

"I heard he's absent."

I huffed. Psh, as if. He's never absent. He told me that he'd be absent a couple of times and yet he still attended school.

That argument repeated in a loop inside my head. One student, two students, three students, four students...until our teacher and all of our classmates went inside the classroom, except for Travis, Isaac, and Sherrie.

Where's...Greg?

I heard a couple of whispers from my other classmates asking and wondering the same thing; Where's the King Perfect Attendance?

I didn't think too deeply about it, hell, maybe he decided that his body grows tired sometimes. He broke his four years streak of perfect attendance, maybe he feels great about it.

That was until Sherrie, who seemed to wear yesterday's clothes, came running to the classroom and slid the door with a bang, shouting,

"Greg is dead!"

That was when I thought too deeply about everything.

Greg is....dead?

Everyone went abuzz. A lot of people went to her, filling her with questions and asking her for proof.

No one believed her, but that was only until she fell to her feet and broke into tears.

I went towards her and calmed her down. "What's wrong? Did you two fight or something? What did you see?" I asked her, but she didn't answer or stop crying. Repetitive words came out from her mouth; It's disgusting it's disgusting it's disgusting it's disgusting help me help me help me help me it stinks it stinks it stinks it stinks .

"What's disgusting?"

She suddenly held both of my shoulders, making me fall down. Sherrie shouted to the top of her lungs, "GREG!"