Deer head

…Just a head that looked untouched by teeth or talons or anything else. Even the local ravens, which would normally swoop in, were nowhere to be seen. I crouched down, trying to keep my voice steady in case I needed to radio back to headquarters. But my radio only hissed static. the valley blocking out a clear signal.…

…That's where I saw it. At first, I assumed it was a large rock half buried in the dirt, but stepping closer revealed the unmistakable shape of a deer's head. A doe, to be exact. It lay right in the middle of the path, as if it had been placed with precise intention. My pulse thudded heavier in my ears as I moved in for a better look.…