Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-24982950-20141019132552

Sam's boots quietly made their  along the narrow stone path that ran up the centre of the small, wooded area next to a field. He held up his arm, halting the other three armed police officers. They were looking for a mass murderer, who had suposedly ran into the area after slitting the throat of his latest victim. The victim had been there alright, watering the ground with his blood as it slowly pooled around his head. Sam forced back a gag and whispered to the others:

"This guy could be anywhere. He's known for his stealth, so eyes on."

"Yes, sir."

"Right." Sam continued, "We'll spread out, stay in touch via radio. If you see the killer, shoot him. The rest of us will come running. Is that understood?"

"Yes, Sir." repeated the men and they set off.

(Sorry, finishing later) 