You walked down the dirt path leading towards the cabin you and your boyfriend, Walker, shared together. Living in such a tight-knit community, your house wasn’t far from your job, the diner almost everybody went to.

Grabbing your keys out of your satchel, you unlocked the door, only to be met with eerie silence and the sound of the bathroom sink running.

“Walker?” You called out.

No response.

You sighed, putting your bag on the couch and walking over to the bathroom. You heard incoherent curse words and grumbles coming from your boyfriend's mouth. Peaking into the bathroom, your breath hitched at the sight of blood staining his coat and hands, gun resting on the shelf. Walker heard your breath, immediately turning around and seeing your shocked face.

“Shit, baby, it’s not what it looks like—“ Walker started, before you ran out of the house. You’d always suspected something from him, but not him being a murderer.

Running through the forest, you felt Walker tackle you to the leafy floor, putting his hand over your mouth to stop your screaming. “Hey, hey, heyy..Shh, doll, cmon let me explain..” he said desperately.