I was walking through the woods by the PPAC, nearing the small bunker that resides nearby. I encountered a strong smell that made me want to throw up, so knowing me I had to investigate. I slowly walked closer to the bunker and saw a pair of shoes outside the doorway. What I saw next was something that would haunt me to the end of time.
The body.
The body was something so unimaginable. It was something I've never seen, and the smell was so putrid. It took days for the smell to leave my nose. I could not make out who it was that had been there for so long. I immediately called the police and waited inside of Krebs for them to get here.
I was interviewed and brought in for questioning, because I found the body. I was only told that the person was female and our age, so I assumed she probably went to Pitt-Johnstown. I would find her name out later once word got around and people starting gossiping, but mostly because I read the paper.
Two days later she was front page of the local newspaper. Her name was Allison Berekely and she was twenty years old. I knew her from somewhere i just could not place where. She died at the same age as myself. I was freaking out and pacing in my room for hours until my roommate calmed me down, gave me a cup of hot chocolate, and helped get me to sleep.
I kept thinking about Allison all day. I was excused from Tuesday classes to help me cope with what I experienced. I could not stop imaging her mangled body in that bunker. It was terrible that something like that could happen at this campus. The one thing that took me aback about the body was the random sticky note I found on the arm of the person. I took the note and kept it from police not even thinking that it was important evidence.
There was not a signature to go off of, so I decided to find the killer myself.
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