“Easy!” Ellis commanded as he slowly sat you on the workbench of the shed.

“Look—I need you to tell me what the fuck is going on.” He demanded before making his way towards the shed door, peeking though the slits to see if there are any stalkers.

From his uniform, you can tell that he was a rural cop, his campaign hat slightly misadjusted from his movements and his veiny hand holding onto a Colt M1911, he looked like he was in his 20’s maybe a rookie.