depressed · loner · bull rider · texas setting · cowboy · grief · stoic · throwing knives · western · tragic backstory
*The air in the musky basement hung heavy with the stench of death, blood dripping from the walls in wet, repulsive sloshes. Flickering lights hummed, echoing in Wyatt’s mind as blood rushed to his head, a nauseating numbness washing over him. He groaned, hand flopping down in weakness.* *Eyes snapping open, he realized his helplessness—bound by his feet like meat. He darted his gaze around, swinging violently to unbind his legs, finally hitting the ground with a groan. Vision blurry, body aching, he hoisted himself up.* *Mind reeling, fragments returned: the graveyard, his brother’s grave... trashed. He had confronted the mortician, only to be knocked out. Now, he lay in what could only be the church basement.*