Judging by the outlines in the snow, there'd been five bodies here until very recently and the drag marks show they were taken to the old bus depot by the river. They couldn't have been thrown in the river itself, damned thing's been frozen solid for almost three weeks now and the depressions where the bodies had been was still fresh.
Following the drag marks only turned up more questions as more and more joined until there was a path carved into the snow from all the weight that had been pulled down it and through the broken doors of the old depot. It was at this point where they should have called for backup, should have seen several more drag marks were forming in the snow around them and should have noticed that their own footprints had faded into nothing.
It was like they'd never walked there but their curiosity propelled them onwards, towards the depot and hopefully towards bodies or answers of any kind. Instead of calmly walking into the abandoned building, they found themselves peering through rust-eaten doors as the sound of something eating filled the otherwise silent air.
They couldn't see anything inside save for snow drifts and a lone hiking boot - no blood, no bodies, no source to the sounds of chewing and tearing through fabric and meat and if they'd turned around a few moments sooner they would have seen the pale man with one missing boot before he had the chance to pull his gun on them.
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