TW: VIOLENCE AND MURDER
Arden:
Reed and I worked our way through the forest on a stone walkway until the walking trail fell away. Here, those hikers would turn back, head back to their vehicles, and back to our lives. Not us. We were on the hunt for a walking dead man, and everything we had looked at, including a foot trail and a line of broken tree branches, suggested our target had made his way through the mountain.
Quietly, we made our way through the thick of the forest. Here and there, a tree would be marked in some way; this was just another indicator we were on the right path, and the deeper we walked, the more determined we became to find him before nightfall.
Within an hour, we were coming up on a camp. A tent stood between two trees, a clothesline hung with clothes I knew w
