The River-Man

Fresh blood. The metallic tang was unmistakable. I peered around the corner to find the source and to my surprise it was a river. A river flowing with blood. The red liquid sloshed around the sides as the river came to a curve. Where did all this blood come from? Where the hell is it going?

My breath caught.

There was a man standing in the middle of the bloody mess. He was bathing in it. I stumbled back in disgust.