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Dried leaves scrunched beneath his boots as he walked over to the site. The same stench, carcasses everywhere maybe he needs counseling.
'Is it the same again?'
"Yes.. I'm sorry, but I think you should consult other doctors and vets too. I don't think I am handling this well.'
'You want to be put off this case for a while?'
Hobi nodded.
'Fine I'll talk to the director about this, head home and get some rest Hobi.'
'Yes sir..'
It did intrigue him, these constant killings. Were those animals getting used for occult practices or sacrifices? It had to be a group of people, because it was impossible to kill this many singlehandedly. Why did it have to be him though? He moved to Busan for a fresh start, this was the last thing he needed.
He couldn't really recall a happy memory anymore, everything was shabby and-
Is he being followed?
He quickly turned around and was met with birch trees looming and swinging in the cold wind.
'Fuck I'm really losing my mind...' he picked up pace.
Someone was indeed mimicking his footsteps but he was too scared to turn. He started running.
Someone was running with him, he felt like his lungs would collapse. He didn't know anymore which way he was heading. He held onto his flashlight for his dear life and kept running until he stepped onto something which sprang to life.
The bellow shook the forest. His eyes looked frantically around him in the shaky light, there was absolutely no one. The pain was unbearable who the hell sets jaw traps in the middle of nowhere in the forest.
'Help me..' he squeaked out.
Louder.
'HELP'
He was heaving, puffing out clouds of breath into the air. His phone had no reception, come on how bad could this end for him. Tugging at it was ridiculous, it just made the blood ooze out more.
'Fucking hell..' he cursed under his breath.
At this rate, he was going to bleed to death & nobody would even know where he took his last breath. Opening his phone he clicked a picture of his leg and the forest around and hit send to Namjoon. If ever network comes back. The leaves pricked the calloused skin of his palms, the stench of blood and the feeling of it drying up on his clothes. His vision was blurry. Did something move in the shadows?
Oh no..
He visibly shuddered when he spotted a silhouette approach him, but thrashing his hands and pulling at his leg could only do so much.
'Don't.. you will tear your leg apart.'
The shadow spoke to him. Hoseok wanted the ground to swallow him whole. Suddenly he felt the pressure lessening on his leg and hinges rattling. How on earth is this possible? He must be dreaming or something. In a few seconds it was off, the trap was off yet the silhouette kept inching towards him.
'Stay away from me... Stay the fuck away from me. What are you???'
Hoseok started crawling in the opposite direction. The figure was advancing onto him too fast now. He let out a screech when icy fingers digged into his broken ankle, the person was murmuring something. Next thing he knew was that the fingers felt cold and heavy on his temple as he was slipping into unconsciousness with a ringing of the voice saying.
'You would not remember anything when you wake up..'
He opened his eyes and he was back in his bed. His head felt heavy, he was parched and he needed water. He just couldn't put two and two and together, he was called out by Namjoon and then he's here? Didn't he go out? He grabbed his phone and everything fell back into place. There were pictures of the forest and his leg mangled up in that jaw trap. Pulling his leg closer he checked for marks, there was none. It was like nothing had happened and he just had a bad dream. Those never got sent to Namjoon, it still showed sending under his chathead. It's real. It happened.
Something sinister is happening and he can't help it.