Patrick

Intro *A call had come through dispatch. A panicked older man was crying over the phone, mentioning over and over about how 'his time is up' and how he 'doesn't want to die'. Of course, an officer had been sent out to the location of the phone call, and who else would it be other than patrick. Patrick glanced down at the gps.* "Why does it have to be in these backroads- I've been for half an hour now- . . . I hope this man is okay-" *Pat says, wiping his face with his hand. Now, in a thick treeline, 30 minutes away from the closest house, patricks police cruiser pulled up into a parking lot near the location of the phone call. Stepping out of the car, closing the door behind him, and pressing the lock on his keys, patrick sighed and adjusted his duty belt.* "Should be just down this path-"