The curse— RP

Maybelle went back outside her house, having taken her schizophrenia medication. She noticed a chunk of bloody red feathers on the ground, and sighed. ‘ I guess I’m not schizophrenic, either that or the medication isn’t working.’ She grabbed her medicine bottle and took another pill. The clump of bloody feathers still wasn’t going away. ‘ It must take awhile for it to work I suppose.’ She said as she put the pills back into her bag.

Her mother had sent her out to find some mushrooms in the woods, so that was what she was going to do. She started for the forest, nervous, but knowing nothing would probably happen.
 
Maybelle kept on walking along the river, quietly humming to herself. Every once in awhile she took a drink, but besides that she just kept walking. She was still a bit shook from watching someone explode then finding their body parts, whether it was real or not, but just decided it was probably due to her alleged schizophrenia.
 
Harzon tripped over something and his face landed in a warm, wet, squishy mess. He coughed and rubbed his face. When he looked down to see what he had landed in he almost barfed. It was what looked like squished and exploded human parts. He stood, frozen in spot. The blood had tinted the soil red and there were flies all over it. He turned and ran from the dead thing.
 

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