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he was answered in silence. Slowly and painfully, Garrety began the long and laborious task of sitting up, which took him an entire minute, but finally he manages to raise his head to look out at his personal sin, lying still and eerie in the glint of the silver moon.

He subconsciously adjusted the front mirror until he could see his own tires and weathered eyes, which in turn reflected the image of the grotesque scene ahead. And he saw the scene for what it was, an infinite moment of darkness, stripped of all idealised meaning or purpose. He knew what he needed to do, two things in actual fact, and those two things scared him more than anything had scared him in his entire 34 year life span on this crazy chunk of space rock. The first and most unsettling of tasks being to check the body for a pulse, and then the second being to take the appropriate action. Either the kid lives and he calls an ambulance or he calls the incident in on the police radio. Closing his eyes for a moment he suppressed a sigh, letting it out slowly he flicked his eyes open, and readied himself. Being but a small town cop he had never dealt with anything more serious than a DUI, let alone dealing with a possible dead body. He opened the car door slowly, stepped out and slammed it behind him. The road he was on was an old dirt track called Palmers Road 9', a three mile straight leading to the small secluded town of Mason Stone about ten miles east of Ohio, and as he stood looking over at the seemingly lifeless body in front if him, he began to edge slowly over with all the caution he could gather.

Up close the scene was no better, there was mud caked to the kids left cheek, intermingles with swipes of dark red blood. His face contorted into a grimace of pure shock and was twisted unnaturally as though his neck had broke.( Jesus was that the crack he had heard?) As he thought this, he immediately emptied the entire contents of his stomach onto the side of the road. His hands began shaking and his eyes were stinging but he did not know why. Perhaps the gods had deemed it that Garrety was unfit to look upon the kid as he lay an empty vessel. But still he had to check. His hand outstretched cautiously, lowering towards the kids neck.., Without warning the kids eyes flicked open rapidly, Garrety jumped back in revulsion and horror, for the thing writhing around in pained movements, and uttering a high pitched shrieking noise had lost all fragments of human identity. It was somehow less than

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