Once

Look at that. The river has suddenly turned red. Which is a bit strange, because the sunset is still yellow.
The water's so red it almost looks like blood. But even with all those gunshots, the hunters couldn't have killed that many rabbits.
Could they?
No, it must be just a trick of the light.

All three rooms in the place are empty. The people must have left in a big hurry because there are two half-eaten meals on the kitchen table and one of their chairs has fallen over.
I pause, listening carefully.
What's happened? Where are the people?
I pick the chair up.
The kitchen stove is still burning and the back door is wide open.
I stick my head out. The garden and the fields next to it are all empty.
In the distance I hear faint gunshots.
Of course. That explains it. They're out hunting.