Getting to and through the ends is no easy task. Wyatt and Jonathan make a day's hike through endless red mist. Sometimes the trip is shorter, sometimes far longer. You never really know out here.

Just as they're nearing their isolated house, Jonathan begins to swear.

"The hell?"

"What's your problem?"

"Vultures!" Jonathan nearly shrieked, waving his arms toward the shadows overhead.

"I didn't know you had vultures."

"We don't have vultures, or carrion, or water, or visitors."

"What are they circling?"

Jonathan looked toward the house.

"Oh, shit."

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