Zayne was not a fan of scary movies. Especially the ones that happened at remote camps in the middle of nowhere. Camp was supposed to be a fun place with laughter and campfires all the days long. It was not supposed to be a bloodbath. The scene before him could've been straight out of one of those horror movies. He gulped, staring down at the gruesome real life horror movie come to life.

Sherman was laid on his back in the cold dark of the morgue. Beside Zayne, Audrey gagged, Brooklyn felt sick to her stomach, and Greer had to turn away. The four of them had chosen this so they might as well face the sight. Sherman had a gash on his neck and cuts all along his bare chest. "So we know he was stabbed by something, repeatedly." Greer said as she trailed her fingers along the outside of the scars. Brooklyn wondered if Greer was just admiring the work she had done. For all she knew, Greer was the killer.

Audrey and Zayne turned the body over and they were all shocked. They had been expecting to see some sort of gash or cut but there was absolutely nothing, it was just bare skin. "That's weird. Wasn't there blood coming from his back?" Zayne asked the room. "Maybe it's....lower." Audrey offered, with a small smile. All eyes fell on Zayne. He stared back. "What you want me to touch his ass?" Brooklyn stared back. The answer was apparent.

The girls turned away as Zayne pulled Sherman's pants down, revealing-. Zayne fell back on his butt. There was a hole the size of a bullet in the middle of one of his bare cheeks. "He was shot here." He said to the girls as they turned around. "Let's not get ahead of ourselves. This could be the killer trying to throw us off." Greer said. "We should see this as a minor detail."

Brooklyn wanted to vomit anytime Greer spoke. It felt like ice sliding down your back, cold and just altogether unpleasant. She turned away from Greer to her side and inspected a tray of tools sitting idly by Sherman's body. "Maybe we should use one of these to inspect the holes and gashes?"

Within moments, they had opened up all the holes and gashes and had found nothing of substance. As they began to pile out of the room, Brooklyn lingered. There had to be some sort of clue the group had missed. She turned to make sure no one was looking and bent down to further inspect the body. Brooklyn moved her hand to his lips, they were cold. Dreadfully cold. She was more confused than ever as she exited the room.