Jeremy felt his legs wobble as his boots hit the gravel, and he braced himself with a hand resting steadily on the hood of Will’s truck. He looked around, opening his mouth to laugh at Will calling Khan a floozy when his gaze locked with Tuesday. He stared, his eyes practically the size of dinners plates and his face paling.
What the fuck was Tuesday doing here? He was so not ready for this conversation that he had been trying so hard to make sure he didn’t have to have. Tuesday began walking towards him and Jeremy locked up before he heard Will calling his name, asking for help with the meat they bought for the party. Jeremy gave a weak, nervous smile to his best friend before immediately making a beeline towards his boss.
Doe, Tuesday and Khan followed and gathered around the cooler as Jeremy leaned over and opened it, peering inside.
Tuesday looked inside of the cooler, terror gripping his throat as he peered down at the cut up pieces of meat of a large deer and there, resting on top, was the head of said animal. Soft brown fur matted with specks of blood, sawed off antlers and three large eyes — two in its normal spot and one there on its forehead, staring up at them in a frozen look of fright.
Jeremy glanced from the head in the box to Tuesday, who looked just as perplexed as he did.
A panicked murmur erupted from the party goers.
“Willy, who did you buy that from?”
“I ain’t eating that shit!”
Tuesday snapped out of his confused daze and looked over at Doe. The blonde man stared wide eyed, his hands shaking at his sides and a thin sheen of sweat coating his forehead. He seemed to be completely lost in the horror of seeing something of the woods that should have never been maimed like this, barely registering anyone around him.
Someone in the crowd said, “We should call the police!”
Tuesday didn’t know if that was the best thing, or if they would even do anything, but it was too late when he heard them already talking to dispatch on the phone.
