He pulled a small light stick from his pocket, flashed it along the wall, then dropped it and fell backward.

OH God! 

Devon? Hey, Devon?

Rich picked up the light stick and pointed it to the corner of the room. The color in Devon’s face was gone. It had congealed into a pool of blood that oozed out of the side of his head. Devon’s eyes stared back at Rich. The man’s last moment was shock and anger.

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