“Hey, kid,” Thomas called out as he searched through the living room, “you alright?”
The living room had a thick air to it, a faint odor of trash lingering around the furniture. Wanting more light Thomas went to turn on a nearby lamp but nothing happened. He pulled out his small flashlight from his belt and scanned the room with greater attention to detail.
Illuminated by the white light, there was a large red stain on the back of the living room sofa. Thomas tapped it with his finger, feeling a cold, sticky dampness.
“This can’t be what I think…”
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