I got home at approximately 3 am in the morning, grabbing Matthew’s shirt with my right hand. I put him on the couch and collapsed on my bed drifting off to sleep. I got a notification from my phone; my boss asked me to go to the crime site tomorrow morning.

"I will," I answered.

Right before I hit the send button, I realized that I had to tell Matthew. Please don't kill me. I pushed on his shoulder, and he didn't wake up. I decided to shove him a second time. This time he rolled over and fell off the couch waking up in a jolt of energy. "Good your up. Read this text message."

"Why?"

"So we can decide if we want to go now or tomorrow morning."

"It says tomorrow morning, then let's go tomorrow morning."

"Ok, I shall set a timer."

I fell asleep on the floor, and Matthew climbed back on to the couch very slowly. When I finally woke up I looked at the clock it was 1 pm. I checked the alarm, I set it to 7 PM.

"Kill me, Matt, wake up it's one o'clock."

"What?"

"Yes, I messed up the alarm."

"K. Let's grab some food on the way there."

"Agreed"

"But where?"

"Mcdonalds has an all-day breakfast thing going on."

"Yes! I want to eat a bland hash brown, weird bread and a very crappy coffee on the side."

"Ok, then. Where do you want to go?"

"Dennys"

"Dennys does not have a drive-thru plus we had that last night."

"K. So let's go to the king of fast food."

After we got to McDonald's, I decided to order a large hot chocolate, a bacon breakfast wrap, and two apple pies. As I got to the crime site, I saw something terrifying.