#case file (thread)

"Hi, you don't have to be afraid of me."

“I hope not. I reached back in into my jeep to grab something and I ended up slamming my hand in the door.” She removed the cloth and bag to look at her finger. “It’s bruised... hopefully nothing more than that. Going to be a pain ‘til it heals though.”

“Something happened at school... the other kids called me weird and crazy.” She looked down at her plate, pushing her food around.

Matt looked at the man with a neutral expression. “I’ve got a rap sheet a mile long and an entire city feared me for a time. Not sure what you could know that everyone else doesn’t already.”

“Don’t call me baby. This is my job and I don’t want people getting hurt because of what you do. Guns, drugs... families lose their loved ones, have to watch them die fast or slow.” He paused. “You’re not human, so I shouldn’t expect you to understand. At least you have that, unlike the rest of the creeps I have to go after.”

“Ma’am, with all due respect, I can’t let you do that. I know about you, you’ve been training, fighting for years. But you’re human. I’m a revenant, I’ve died more times than I can count and come back from it. Just like your brother. And right now I might be the best chance your family has.”

"Slow down! Start from the beginning, tell me what you remember." He tried to be patient, wanting to figure out what had happened before making any judgements.

“I’m as real as you are. A genuine dead man walking... a revenant, I think that was the word.”