@counting-heartbeats
Taking shortcuts was something both Zacharia’s mother and father had advised him against, and perhaps for this exact reason.
He had come to a halt when the tip of his white shoe met a puddle of red, making him frown. He looked down and pointed his toe, shaking his head. Then, he looked up to see where the actual puddle had come from. He hadn’t been expecting a body, but he didn’t seem to be fazed by it.
“Ah.. Wow.”
And then he saw who’d actually done it. A beast of a man, honestly. Someone who could probably leave Zacharia in the same state as the body on the ground.
He reached up, snatched the pencil from his hair and began scribbling on his notepad, (which he had previously had his face pressed into) whilst taking a few steps back.
“Uhm… Excuse me, what happened here exactly? I don’t want to have to call the police…”
