Ghost Town.

Chapter 2

It felt as if I was walking forever. I could see the small circle of houses in the thick fog, but with each step it never got closer. I finally got to it, seeing that all the small homes were painted either dark brown-red, grey, or brown. 

Well this seems like a fun place full of sunshine and candy.

at the end of the circular residance, there was the smallest "City Hall" I've ever seen. I think it was almost as small as my apartament. I went up and knocked. When nobody opened, I pushed on the door, and it came right off it's hinges, hitting the floor with a loud thud. 

I examined what was left of the hinges, finding them completely rusted, and almost, moist. Something didn't seem right. This whole village is practicly abandoned. 

"Um, hello? Welcome to, um, whatever people call this place these days. I'm mayor Tey, how can I help you, miss, um...?" Came out a bubbly brunnete with the hair cut as short as her ear line. "Senela. Detective Auburn Senela. SFPD." I waved my badge infront of her. "We got a call about a murder that happened not far from here. We've identified the victim as a Phill Evanas and we-" She gasped once I said his name, "What m'am, did you know him? If you know something, please tell us. Anything you say may help the investigation." I said, "Ys, of course officer. I'll tell you everything I know." She agreed, pointing me to take a seat across from a dust-covered plastic desk. "Well, Phill had a friend here, so he was probably visiting him. But I was walking past his house, and heard shouting, I recodnized Phill's voice. That's all I know." Somehow, it seemed like she knew way more than what she told me, but I decided to let it go. "Could you tell me more about this, 'Friend'?"

In half an hour I was standing infront of a tiny brown almost shed-like house. I knocked on the door, no one answred. I knocked again, more forcfully, "SFPD! Open the door!" I heard glass shatter inside the house. I couldn't take it anymore, I put my leg up and kicked the door right to the floor. I grabbed my gun from my holester, and carefully ran inside. "Oh my...". There was a dried-up trickle of blood down the floor, starting from a man's head. I came around him, and saw that his skull was bashed in a bloody pulp. Right beside the head layed a rock, the size of my head. It was covered in blood.

After the lab geeks took the guy, I exaimined the house. All I found was a broken window, probably getting thrown at with the rock. I came back to the small tent I set up a bit outside the residential part of the village, got a pen and paper, and started writing down the facts and questions:

1. Phill had an argument with this man the night before.

2. A huge rock was either accidently or purposly thrown at the man.

3. There was a dried trickle of blood.

4. The rock had small peices of glass in it.

5. I heard glass shatter.

 I thought about it for a long time. Overlooking the facts, and wrote:

Questions:

So the rock was used to shatter the window and then hit the man in the head, I was standing right outside the house, when I heard the window break. But, then why was the blood already dry?

1. Who did this.

2. Why did they do it.

3. What is going on with the timing here.

4. What the hell is this place.