Liam moved through the darkness, his footsteps completely silent.
The warehouse loomed ahead of him, a massive structure with rusted metal walls and broken windows.
The door was half-closed, hanging off its hinges at an angle that suggested it had been forced open recently.
Liam approached it carefully, his eyes scanning the area around him.
No movement. No sounds except for the distant wail of sirens growing closer.
He slipped through the gap in the door, his body turning sideways to fit through the narrow opening.
Inside, the warehouse was dark.
The only light came from a few overhead bulbs that flickered weakly, casting long shadows across the concrete floor.
Liam stopped just inside the entrance, his body tense.
He remembered what Shay had taught him. Stay alert. Watch every angle. Be ready for any attack.
His eyes adjusted to the dim light slowly.
And then he saw them.
Bodies.
Everywhere.
