The Aftermath
The funeral was on Sunday. It was a quick affair, officiated by Reverend Stryker, Fair River Forest's Baptist minister. Most of the town came out for it, some out of genuine affections for the deceased, but most from morbid curiosity. Fair River Forest has had its share of strange events, but none quite like this. The Howard sisters were holed up at home with Cam and Grace, avoiding the inevitable paparazzi, the interrogations. Keith Howard would have gone to spit on the grave, but he was still laid up in the hospital. The wooden casket the reverend presided over was empty. The sheriff's body had not been located, but there was enough evidence to presume him dead. When Deputy Smith had searched the woods after receiving Grace's call, he had found the clearing that she had described. Deep burgundy stains coated the grass near the entrance to the fallout shelter, and connected to that was a long, bloody streak that cut across the clearing, disappearing into the woods.