Charley had found the boy's body in the dead of the night when he had snuck out of his ramshackle house, the boy was bruised and battered, blood was spewing from the boys nose and pooling on the ground.
He lifted the boy over his shoulders with some trouble but Charley was able to carry the boy home with him, where he snuck in and escaped to a dark corner of the house that had been sealed off and shuttered with wooden panels.
Charley lay the boy down on the floor and stared at him covering one nostril with a cloth to stop the bleeding and he listened to the boy breath.
"We shan't worry for him now shall we, he will be alright!"
Charley said to himself.