You scrounge around in the dirt, and notice that there is a loose rock, that has recently been wrestled free from its resting place.
Turning it over, you discover blood on the underside and quickly take a photo so you have photographic evidence. Kneeling in the dirt, you put your years of tracking knowledge to practice, (you have been waiting for this moment all your life), and determine the make, model, year and even colour of the vehicle from the tyre tracks.
There’s only one car in this area like that, and you know where it lives.
You wait until night, using the cover of darkness, and ride your push bike up the hills to a blue shed, repurposed as a beach shack. There are lights on inside; you can see the crack underneath the front door.
There’s also an odd smell; it might be a campfire, it might be an animal, or it could even be marijuana. You begin to wonder about the bong on the beach earlier, and question if you were wrong.
Just as you’re about to head home, sure that this is all just a silly mistake, the door of the shed opens and a tall figure stands in the doorway, looking around. You’re sure that he’s staring right at you, and in fear, you sit – too terrified to move. You’re so intent on not averting your gaze, you never notice the two accomplices that creep up behind you, and lift you from the bush you have been taking refuge in. Dragging you by your arms towards the man at the shed you know reach a startling realisation. This man is Brodie Willis; head of local gang ‘The Bilbies.’
And just like the sad ending of a choose your own adventure story, suddenly your tale is over.
(Sorry about that.)
Your destiny has been reached.