<strong>Grayson Park</strong><br/><br/>With the hunters remaining somewhat stealthy, the corpse with the clay face started searching over the area.  "Hello?" he called out, sounding a little scared.<br/><br/>"Daddy?" the child asked, echoing the parent's fright.  "What's going on?"<br/><br/>"Nothing I want to concern you about," he replied, his tone growing more stoic.  "Son, I'm going to head off for a bit, but I'll be back soon.  I don't want you to see this.  Don't get off the swing, alright?"<br/><br/>Although the child started to protest, the father stared until the boy went silent.  The creature started to walk away off towards the woods, then paused, looking back to the child.  "If for some reason I don't come back, I want you to run straight home, alright?  Straight home!"<br/><br/>The boy nodded, but his concern was quickly growing.  "I love you, Daddy."<br/><br/>"I love you too, son."  He continued out into the park proper, but he kept on glancing back, expecting to be followed.