Crouching down when he sees the red trail, Zachery shivered a little bit and wondered who or what had bled so much to leave that much of a mess.  Whatever happened, it looked old, days, weeks, he wasn't sure.  The stranger thing was that no one had noticed a damn thing obviously to clean it up.  Something was up with this picture.  Standing again and hefting the metal pipe again, Zachery ran off into the fog, hoping to find the shadow that was up ahead, and either possibly figure some things out or beat the person into oblivion to relieve his own frustration and rage, whatever came first.