Make-Out Point
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"I'm sorry, buddy. It's for the best." Megan aimed her Colt Python at the dying wolf and looked away, as the white retriever shoved his snout in the ground and covered his eyes with his paws.
<span class="mu-i">BLAM!</span>
The Sherriff's Deputy holstered her hand cannon, letting out a heavy sigh before turning to Sarge. "Come on boy, let's go. We gotta--"
<span class="mu-i">HELP! SOMEBODY, HEEELP!</span>
>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EY2ccRtRxr8"Walter...?" Megan looked up the hill toward the radio station.
<span class="mu-i">HEEELP</span>
"I don't like this one bit..." she mumbled to herself, as she started running. "Stay put! I'm coming!" she called out.
"Woof!" Sarge yelled, as if to say: "Rookie! Watch out!"
Megan stopped dead in her tracks; her flashlight illuminating the razor wire obstructing the way to Walter's. "What the hell?!"
Not giving it a second thought, she took off her leather jacket and threw it on the metal obstacle. She tossed the duffel bag and jumped over, getting off with only a few small nicks.
The both of them sprinted up the narrow path until they reached the cabin.
Chills ran down Megan's spine as the beam of her flashlight landed on a thick stroke of blood on the wall, following it all the way down to meet the corpse of a chubby brunette in a cream sundress lying on the grass; her trademark warm smile literally scrubbed off of her mangled face. "Oh my God... W-Wendy...?"
"Arf!" Sarge whined, as if to say: "Hey, that's the nice lady that rubs my belly and gives me those soft yellow slices that make you thirsty whenever she sees me... Is she sleeping...? Please tell me she's sleeping..."
"Urk...!" Megan covered her mouth with her fist, momentarily postponing the inevitable.
<span class="mu-i">HOARK!</span>
She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, before hastily rummaging for the flare gun inside her duffel bag. With a shaky hand, she aimed up in the air and fired. A lone red flare tore through the skies; its soft glow shining on her face before slowly fading away as it rose higher and higher.
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On the other side of the lake, Steve spat out a mouthful of Schlitz. "Stephanie...!"
He grabbed his keys and bolted.
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"In here!" Walter yelled.
Megan and Sarge barged inside the cabin to find Kleaver County's No. 1 radio host - KPUT's Crazy Carl be damned! - hunched over his console, holding his gut; his red plaid shirt missing a sleeve and his camo shorts covered in bloodstains.
"Sweet Jesus, Walter! Sit down, you're hurt!" Megan rolled a chair over to the scruffy-looking man as he limped closer.
"Ugh!' he sunk down into the chair and took off his black bandana, running a hand through his greying flattop. "He killed-- Sonuvabitch murdered my Wendy, Meg! He murdered my Wendy..." his voice trailing off as bitter tears started running down his face.
Sarge licked the man's hand.
Megan twitched as a bunch of sparks flew off the smoking console behind her.
"And he-- he destroyed all of my equipment, the bastard..."
