Prologue

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by rustyandmocha

by rustyandmocha

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Authors note:

sorry english isn't my first language!! and also this is inspired by ride the cyclone. sorry this is so short, I promise you chapter one will be WAY longer, maybe 2K (or less) words.....

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Blood. Lots of it. An endless stream of crimson skyrocketed from the man's bruised, hollow neck as he finally fell down. He didn't die at first, no. His head wasn't to be seen anymore but his torso twitched and his body exhibited jerky, uncoordinated movements. His body was becoming a pale colour, with hints of purple under the yellow skin.
Nobody screamed. Nobody cried. Nobody was even fucking there in the first place. They found his body an hour later on the streets. Maybe nobody cared of him at all; everybody knew everybody in this town, but him? Nobody even noticed he was gone until the blood.
How it happened was an unsolved mystery but people seemed to be so sure of the idea of him being slaughtered.

No family or friends of his came, so nobody confirmed who he was. He became a John Doe.

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[ two weeks later ]

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"George, what?" Kona groaned into his pillow, fingers gripping the bedsheets in absolute frustration. 'Strands' of hair, or fur, stuck to his sweaty face.
George grimaced. "Another nightmare?" He asked curiously. Kona nodded.
"Mhm," he sat up on his bed, "I'm used to it, but honestly, the amount of cases recently freaks me out. First Lego goes missing, then people are dying? What's going on?"
The anthro pig's heart sunk at the sound of his peer's concerned voice, a sound he didn't hear quite often. He was right; many people had been found dead recently.
"Kona, I.."
"It's fine, kid. I'll be fine, it's just-.." He couldn't bear to even finish his sentence. A trembling sigh escaping him, he closed his eyes and thought to himself. "I shouldn't care this much."
Georgie paused, then hugged him.

"You don't have to go through this alone."

Eyes lighting up in surprise, the klipspringer looked down at the child. He hesitated before hugging him back. Clearly he wasn't used to physical touch; no, no, he was touch-starved. He was stiff as hell.
"..Thank you, Georgie."