Murder at the edge of the world.
His eyes were adjusting to the darkness now, and he twisted around, trying to see what it was that had tripped him. At first, he couldn't make it out. Just a blank shapeless mound, spread across the frozen ground. And then he thought it looked something like a human figure, but not quite like one. He rolled over, trying to clear his head, trying to work out what was wrong. And the, suddenly, he realised what it was, and he screamed, the nausea that had been building in his stomach overwhelming him, acid in his throat.
He was still lying there, moaning and retching, when the police patrol arrived fifteen minutes later.
