"Based on the thermal imaging, those people should be in those tents. Why would they put straw men outside? Do they think that can ward off wild animals?"
Massa was startled by the blood-colored straw men swaying in the wind. From afar, they looked like a line of blood shadows beckoning from this side.
Dean had very good eyesight. After squinting for a closer look, he exhaled a puff of white breath and tightened his clothes. "Massa, that's human skin!"
"Human skin?"
Massa tried to see clearly, but his eyesight wasn't as good as Dean's. He simply gripped his rifle tighter. "Let's go. Whether or not it's human skin, at least we may have found some useful clues."
The two descended the rear slope of the hill, disturbing a herd of deer drinking water and frightening them into fleeing to the other side. The water rippled, startling a flock of birds that had not yet migrated.
