Officer Roy Duncan was being removed from reality little by little. He felt the stress of his past some how being deleted...but not his past...but his entire past existence. He felt hunted. Something was eating him, but not eating, but negating his existence. Why? The quiver of unconscious terror about to surface was held firm with his scowl, deeply marked on his face.
"You boys be hunting crocodile when you come at me. Can't out hunt me," He whispers the sound drowned out by the strange sound of falling rain that echos with the sound of keystrokes on plastic keyboard keys.
I can feel all my memories of him fading away as he is slowly erased. You probably don't even remember him at all by now...