A walk in the woods helps me release tension. The fact that I’m dragging a body behind me should be

A walk in the woods helps me release tension. The fact that I’m dragging a body behind me should be irrelevant but I can’t take away the thought that maybe I left too early, that maybe I should’ve taken my time to order things a bit and not rush through the door with the body behind me. The dogs smelled my presence, they could trace me, part of my own blood is splattered all around from the fight, my own blood mixed with his is leaving a trace as I go deeper into the woods. Suddenly I stop. I hear the sound of howls and I turn, there are lights pointing in different directions but a dog has already spotted my presence and now it’s time to improvise so I throw myself in the floor next to the cadaver and I start to scream ‘HELP’ I scream trying to pretend I am in pain ‘Please, please help!’ I said proudly hearing my voice sounding as if I was crying. I’m safe. For the moment.