• "Oh s**t."

    The two words slipped breathlessly through the young mans lips as his once iron grip loosened around a half full bottle of Jagermeister. His confident, albeit slightly wasted, countenance drained from his face along with all traces of an alcohol induced stupor. The scene present before him had sobered him up real fast, his eyes growing wide as his enlarged pupils struggled to see more clearly into the obscure alleyway. With only the pale crescent moon above and the flickering street light a fair distance away to aided them, he could have easily reasoned that it'd just been a trick of the light, too much alcohol, or a spiked drink messing with his mind. Unfortunately, he had a blunt mindset with a pessimistic streak as well, and erasing what he was seeing from that mind of his would be a hell of a lot more easier said than done. From where he was standing at the mouth of the alley, still too shocked to venture any further, he could still hear the throbbing bass and faint beat of music belonging to the club he'd recently stumbled out of. It made the whole thing even more surreal, knowing that not even 30 feet away just around the corner people were still partying and drinking and being happy while he was staring at the mutilated body of a dead man. Oh god, dead, the thought made his stomach tighten and the spit in his mouth turn sour. But, could he still be alive?

    Of course not, don't kid yourself, who could look like that and still be living. Holy shi...is that his ******** liver?

    The body was sprawled out on the dirty concrete about ten steps ahead of him, a pool of blood reaching out from it in a slowly growing puddle that spider webbed across the ground. It looked to be around his own age, with dark shaggy hair looking slick with gel, although he knew the substance was most likely to be blood. The clothes on the corpse were in pieces, shredded in every which way imaginable and drenched in varying shades of red. Just as the clothes had been, the skin beneath them seemed to have been cut as well with a whole assortment of gaping wounds coming in differing sizes and shapes. He took a step forward, a sense of dread climbing up his spine and spreading through his body as he slowly progressed towards the corpse. This was like something out of a crime show or horror flick, not something he was supposed to witness in person. Finally, he stood in front of the carcass which was laying on its stomach, face down. Resisting the urge to empty his stomach of the dinner he'd eaten not too long ago, he reached out his arm and took a hold of the guys shoulder, turning the body over onto its back with care.

    His breath quickened into ragged rasps, and in his chest his heart fluttered like a crazed bird as he raced to get away from the body before him slipping in the blood while doing so.

    The body was his own, and the face that stared back at him was all too familiar.

    He was dead.