The building was exactly as he remembered it from a few days ago. However, the street surrounding it looked like it had been through hell. Cars were overturned and splotches of blood coated the sidewalks.
Adam's frown only deepened as he got closer and closer to the building. He could smell it and moments later, so could Greg.
It was the stench of dead bodies. Most likely fresh ones at that.
Peering into a nearby alley, Adam's suspicions were confirmed as discarded like trash were the bodies of looters and civilians, all of them dead from blood loss or major injuries.
Greg's jaw clenched as he caught sight of the bodies. Some were slumped against the wall, others twisted unnaturally across garbage bins and broken crates. Blood pooled beneath them in dark puddles, already drawing flies.
"This wasn't just a fight," Greg muttered. "This was a slaughter."
