There's Something Out There

Blood was splattered across the window in a red, grotesque pattern. Everyone in the camper just stared, unable to believe what they had just saw. One of their friend’s had been mutilated right in front of their very eyes. He had been the funny guy, the carefree one. But he wasn’t the first one gone...and he wasn’t going to be the last.

For this contest.

I do not own the characters. They own themselves. I do own the plot.
©K.W.

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