They're Only Cattle

In the heart of America, nestled within the eerie embrace of the woods, David's small, cloud-shrouded town stands as a relic of an era long past. Life here unfolds unhurriedly, marked by unpaved roads that wind their way through the town's modest homesteads, each one seemingly hidden in the wilderness. With a population barely scraping 500, David remains an off-grid, close-knit community where everyone knows their neighbors by name.

But beneath the tranquil façade, unsettling secrets fester. The morning dew clings to everything, forming a delicate layer of glistening droplets cradling the crimson stains below. Electric grids are scarce, and the flickering glow of kerosene lamps illuminates the darkened nights. It's a place where time seems to move at a slower, more deliberate pace, as if the world beyond has forgotten this forgotten enclave, allowing its residents to cling to their eerie traditions.

Ethal Barrett, the town's enigmatic figure, harbors her own dark secrets, hidden behind a calculated facade. As the sun extends its blood-red fingers over the horizon, casting long, ominous shadows that reach toward the outskirts of town, an unsettling sense of foreboding hangs in the morning air. The dew-covered blood, glistening like a morose jewel, tells a chilling tale-a narrative that had not unfolded in David for a very long time...