Carmen was shy, unassuming. She never raised her voice above a whisper. She was a worrier, by nature.
Once, she spent hours thinking about whether she’d actually be able to scream in a life-or-death situation. The uncertainty weighed heavily on her mind.
Victor was loud, vulgar. He had no morals, no conscience, and never denied rumors that he’d buried some bodies in the woods south of town. After months of pent-up frustration, he decided it was time to add one more to his collection.
By sheer coincidence, they came across one another in the woods.
The whole town heard the scream.