The sound of tearing tendons and squelching viscera filled the stale air of the small shed outside the Hopkins Farm. Marcus worked diligently inside as he carved up his latest victim, be it man or animal only he would know.

This shed was his solitude, the one place in the entire world it seemed where he could get some goddamn peace and quiet. His brothers had been arguing all day about nonsense, and of course they had to drag him into their bickering. But now he could finally relax and do the thing he did best; butcher.

He was so enthralled with his work that he didn’t hear the rickety old door creak open. It wasn’t until the intruder was right beside him that he finally noticed their presence.

“Fucks sake,” he spat in a venomous tone. He stabbed his rending knife into the meat on his workbench and slammed his hands onto the scared wood. “This better be important.” He added with a grunt, tuning his dark glare to the figure at his side.