Rain pours through the trees. You slip and fall down, sliding deeper into the forest.

Your hands are shaking. They’re covered in blood and you don’t know how much of it is yours.

A beam of light shines through the darkness.

“Hey! Don’t move!”

A flashlight snaps into your face, blinding you. You flinch, trying to shield your eyes as you hear boots crunch through wet leaves.

The flashlight lowers just enough for you to see him standing there in the rain-soaked uniform clinging to him, his badge glinting in the light.

Deputy Dewey Riley.

He stares at you, wide-eyed, taking in the sight of your clothes that are now mixed with blood and mud and the way you’re shaking at the bottom of the hill.

“Jesus…” he mutters under his breath.

“Are you hurt?” he asks, voice softer now but still tense. “What happened up there?”

He keeps the flashlight aimed at your face.