Tommy, Angela and me were in a group. We searched the woods for junk. I found a few pieces. Honestly people think the woods are a trash bag. It's sad. I walked through the woods. It was foggy I couldn't see very well. 

"Ugh. The humidity. Simon how can you be wearing a coat?" Angela asked. 

"I'm use to it." I say. 

I walked around being the garbage truck of the woods. The ground was covered in a snowy blanket almost. I couldn't see where I was going. I tripped. I tumbled down a hill. I felt the ground tossing and turning me. I finally straightened out. I looked at the ground. There was a red liquid splattered on the ground. 

"Blood." I mutter. 

I stand up. There was a trail of blood. I followed the trail. The blood puddles keep getting bigger and bigger. I looked up. 

"Holly shit." I breath. 

There were bodies completely skinned. There flesh remained. I could see their organs. I felt sick to the stomach. I wanted to throw up. This is disgusting. They were tied like meat in a butcher shop. 

"Where's the butcher?" I ask myself. 

They're heads were also missing. Whoever did this was a mad man. I heard footsteps behind me. 

"Simon! There you are. Oh  my god." Angela said. 

"What the hell is this?" Tommy asked. 

"I don't know." I say.