09-05-2018, 01:21 AM
The smell of rotten eggs curled her nose hairs and lodged in her throat. Rune was forced to yank a band up over the lower half of her face. It was black with one of those skull-mandibles printed on the front like bikers wore. She would know, she bought it at a biker-store. It muffled the smell to tolerable levels. She was close. Ears tuned, eyes sharp, and heart pounding, all of Rune's senses were on edge. The smell led her off the park's main path down a slope toward a ditch. She winced and made herself look, flashlight streaming a white column into the darkness.
Then her shoulders slumped when she saw the body. It was all twisted around and face planted downward. Damn. She was too late. The light swung a wider swath, but the thing that killed him was gone. She'd have to toe the periphery a little to find the direction the killer went. It was a violent slaughter, that much she could tell by smell alone.
She knelt down by the body of the dead cop. His gun was missing, but unfortunately the extra cartridge of ammo wouldn't do her any good. She could sell it, but it was risky to sell anything belonging to a dead cop.
She did poke around a little, careful to avoid any dark, wet looking spots. And SCORE! Cash. HOT DAMN! I'll just take that. She stuffed it into a pocket. Probably should go look for the thing that killed him before it got someone else.
She shoved up to her feet and started sniffing around, thinking about what hamburger joint was closest this time of night.
Then her shoulders slumped when she saw the body. It was all twisted around and face planted downward. Damn. She was too late. The light swung a wider swath, but the thing that killed him was gone. She'd have to toe the periphery a little to find the direction the killer went. It was a violent slaughter, that much she could tell by smell alone.
She knelt down by the body of the dead cop. His gun was missing, but unfortunately the extra cartridge of ammo wouldn't do her any good. She could sell it, but it was risky to sell anything belonging to a dead cop.
She did poke around a little, careful to avoid any dark, wet looking spots. And SCORE! Cash. HOT DAMN! I'll just take that. She stuffed it into a pocket. Probably should go look for the thing that killed him before it got someone else.
She shoved up to her feet and started sniffing around, thinking about what hamburger joint was closest this time of night.