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[color=forestgreen]"Me."[/color] Cecil piped up, hopping off of his plundered bike triumphantly. [color=forestgreen]"I don't wanna take the bike, one of ya'll skinny summbitches need to bring it for me. I don't trust that rickety-ass bridge to not topple say, some goddang pigeons decides to hop up on it, y'know?"[/color] With that, he let go of his plundered steed, having made the decision up already. [color=forestgreen]"Lemme show ya'll pansies how it's done."[/color]

Cecil made his way to the bridge, and took a few steps on to the first plank, holding onto the supporting beams that the tattered handrail was tied to. It was in that moment that he looked down, and as if it were trivial information, remembered that he could not swim. At [i]all[/i]. It was a sailor's goal to stay out of the water first and foremost, and by that logic, learning to swim seemed to him like learning to rollerskate after receiving a pilot's license. But it was too late to turn back. Walker wouldn't have turned back, but then again, Walker also wouldn't have put himself in that situation. Pontifications for another time.

Cecil took another few steps, walking slowly and steadily with his hands gliding above the rails as if to magnetically stabilize himself.  The drop below was long enough to break something, and would land him in water fast and deep enough to carry him under. He could hear the dull roar of the river below him, though he dared not look down. Step by step, Cecil shuffled across the bridge, carefully testing the weight tolerance of each plank as he stepped forward gingerly.  Sure enough, after a few moments, the boy pulled himself foot by foot and reached the end of the bridge. When his foot stepped onto the soft earth, he turned around to shout something at his comrades about his being the best at bridge-crossing, though he realized they were likely not able to hear him over the rushing rapids. Instead, as they decided amongst themselves who should go next, Cecil did what all young boys were wont to do exploring the woods. He kept exploring.

Cecil quickly disappeared into the thick brush, going along what seemed like a path for a few moments to survey the area. Almost immediately, a stench caught his nose. He knew it well, under his trailer, behind the shead, and in the back of the garage fridge. [i]Rot[/i]. Something nearby had gone bad, be it a pool of curdling milk or pile of cold cuts, though this specific smell was foreign to Cecil. It was a stronger smell, yet stale and somehow not immediately overpowering. He followed it further, though only in a matter of steps did he begin using his eyes to track. There was a thin trail of trampled grass and bootprints further into the thickets of skeletal trees and bushes.

He followed it, absent-mindedly forgetting about the need to stay close to his friends, following the prints as they grew thicker and clearer into the dense woods. Soon enough, he cleared a small hill and found the source. In front of him lay a motionless deer. Cecil instinctively took a step back, stumbling backwards and landing on his backside, staring at the creature. It was not the first time he had seen something dead, though it was the first time such a thing was so [i]large[/i]. It only barely stunk, and in this weather, that meant it hadn't been dead that morning. Cecil crept forward, expecting it to leap up at any moment, and poked it with his boot.

It was stiff. And cold. He could feel it, even through the thick rubber of his sole. As he looked around further, he noticed that it seemed to have been dragged a short distance, though he didn't care to explore furhter and see how far along it had been dragged. He was a hands-on adventurer, and there was more adventure to be found in the deer than any lame blood tracks. The deer had been shot twice in the chest, judging by the two clean holes in its side covered in shiny blood, drying quickly in the sun, and shot in the head at a much cleaner angle than the first two shots.

[color=forestgreen]"Hey Guys?"[/color] Cecil shouted. [color=forestgreen]"I found somethin' over here! Come checkitout!"[/color]