_January 4th, 1963. Somewhere Woods._

_'There's an old car in the woods that seems to be related to the case you're tracking. Why don't ya' go investigate it? Huh? Could give you some new information on whatever you were doing in the first place.'_

Cicadas chirping breaks the silence of the area that was currently occupied by an individual. The individual scoffs a bit, a frown dusting their face as they take a couple of more steps forward, shining a flashlight around, as they take the landscape in, studying it with a careful and slightly wary gaze. "This is a terrible idea..." He murmurs to himself as he grumbles underneath his breath, rubbing the bridge of his nose. Slicking back a couple of hair strands that were standing up on his head, he sighs.

A loud ringtone breaks out from the silence, overlapping any other sounds that would have been heard. The man jumps, muttering a swear underneath his breath and quickly fiddling around with something in a small pouch he had that was clipped against his waist, and pulls out a walkie talkie, taking a bit longer to extend the antennae out, but speaks up, an annoyed tone having entered his voice as he responds to the individual on the other side.

"What is it now?" The man groans, tapping his foot with a smudge of impatience. A voice speaks up, having a cheerful tone, sounding similar to one of a gameshow host, yet still keeping an upbeat tone nonetheless, as if nothing was wrong with the current situation. "Hey hey hey! How's my favorite pilot doing?" The other individual replies, the smile pretty much being able to be heard through the walkie talkie, despite the slight static that is also being emitted from it.

A sigh escapes the man, as he rubs his forehead, not wanting to deal with whatever was happening. "Saul. Please. You know I have a job to be doing. Why must you be such a nuisance all the time?" He grumbles a bit more, leaning against a nearby tree for support. The other man, or now known as Saul just laughs in response, speaking up once more. "Aw, come on! Can't I talk to my favorite brother, Johnny Jones Longmann?"

**_"Don't."_** Jones warns, his tone shifting to more of a serious and colder one. Saul just hums on the other side, shrugging, despite the other man not being able to see it. "Alright, jeez. Guess I shouldn't give ya' the information I just got for the case-" "No no, please do. It would be quite helpful, honestly. Can't see shit in a place like this." Jones would cut Saul off once again, having the previous annoyance since he had gotten addressed by his full name (except 'Jones' wasn't really a middle name, it was more like a nickname he had picked up over the years), yet most of the annoyance had mainly faded away by now.

"Alrighty! Lemme just find the document here..." More quiet humming can be heard from the other end of the walkie, and some rustling as Saul could be heard moving around and searching for wherever the document could have been. Jones clicks his tongue a bit, still tapping his foot, until he hears a muttered 'aha' from the other end, and hears Saul speak up, flipping pages until he stops, all while keeping that overall cheery tone in his voice.

"Oookay! So, for starters, it talks about the guy you're doing the case on. Sam, right?" Jones nods in response, a grunt escaping his mouth as well instead of a full formed 'yes'. Saul smiles a bit further, still not being able to be seen, yet then continues once again. "Yeah. Sam Humphry. It said he was last seen iinnn... July 18th of last year." Saul continues, now having shifted to the date in which the other individual had gone missing. Jones decides to ask a question, pushing further on the topic. "Was there a specific time that had been included in the file or does it still say undetermined?"

"Nope. Still says undetermined." Saul responds with a slightly fast tone. The sound of a couple more pages being turned and flipped can be heard, until Saul speaks up again, continuing further and reading more of the case file. "Last he was seen location wise was actually... woah." Jones raises an eyebrow as he hears Saul trail off, ending his sentence with a murmured 'woah'. "What? What's so 'woah' that needs you to stop talking? You barely stay quiet." Jones ends his sentence with a slight chuckle, the faintest smirk dusting his face.

Saul takes a moment, keeping his tone quiet, before responding, a bit more nervous than before. "Well, it says that he was last seen in the woods you're currently in." Ah. That would make the slight smirk on Jones's face disappear almost instantly, realizing that he was now probably in a forest with a dead thirteen year old who was known for burning down buildings. "Just great." He murmurs, rubbing the bridge of his nose again, as an almost instinctive motion that he had done.

Hearing the quiet murmur, Saul just hums again, before speaking up a final time, deciding to end the current conversation. "Well! It's been fun! I'll catch ya' once you get back. See you!" He says, before only silence would have filled the walkie. Jones grumbles, slipping the walkie back into the pouch strapped around his waist, and repeating how this was still ridiculous another time, before taking out the flashlight once again, clicking it on and shining it in front of him, and making his progress forward once again, hoping for the best, despite knowing it was most likely going to be the worst. After around thirty minutes of walking, Jones groans, leaning against something as his eyes shut on a reflex-like motion. How long had he even been out here to begin with? It must've been around an hour or so now. And why the hell is it so cold? It's like he was leaning against-

A sudden crash breaks the moment, as Jones collapses and falls to the ground below him. Groaning in pain, he stands up, limping ever so slightly, and shining his flashlight on whatever the hell he had been previously leaning on. It was a car, a slightly rusted and older model at that. It was all black (except for the parts that were white, duh), and the headlights were flickering slightly, flashing Jones's face, making his eyes narrow.

"Jesus christ... this thing is old." Jones murmurs as he walks towards the car. Now in front of it, he pops open the trunk, coughing and quickly stumbling back at how much dust had come out of it. Dusting the particles away from his face, he then decides to take a look inside of the trunk. Noticing that half of the inside mechanisms were either completely gone, or busted up, his expression turns to one filled with a slight worry.

Taking out the walkie talkie once again, he buzzes in to whoever else was listening. Speaking up with a concerned yet all the more interested tone, he states what he was talking for, and his overall voice carried one sense of urgency. "I'm gonna need a group to come into the Somewhere Woods, quick. I think I might have just found something of interest to you folks." Jones says in a somewhat monotonous voice, before clicking off the walkie, and holding it limply against his side, just staring into the trunk of the car with a somewhat awe expression on his face as he waits for the others to arrive.

"And we are here live with a new finding in the woods! Ever since World War III had started, I am the news reporter, Saul Longmann, and I am here today with..." A news reporter would say in a cheerful tone, in a forest, and behind him would be a car that had a busted down look to it. Of course, the car would be hard to pick an exact brand of the sorts out of it, since it probably could have been here for a decent amount of years now.

Another man leans against a tree, lighting up a cigarette. Taking a hit out of it, he sighs, watching the smoke escape out of the small piece of paper and or plastic, fiddling with the tiny thing, all while making sure not to burn himself on the ashes. A third man walks up to him, addressing him with a gruff voice, which most likely meant that he was one who was not to be messed around with.

"You doing alright, Jones?" He asks, eyeing the other man. Jones sighs, taking a glance at his cigarette. He replies, spinning the cigarette ever so slightly, his tone as monotonous as it was earlier. "This ain't the end of the case. It goes further. I have a feeling." Jones says as he then takes a final hit of the cigarette. Tossing it away, he then starts to head off towards the car, where other officers and people of the sorts were gathered around.

The sky is clear, as the faint smell of smoke and ashes still fill the air. There was a slight breeze, yet it wasn't as intense as last night, the temperature having seemed lower than it was previously. For once in some town's life, Somewhere Woods were quiet, not even the animals making any noise. No noise, no one, nowhere. It was quiet.

It was _dead_.