When we arrived, the house was a chaos of glass, boards, walls, and even parts of the roof in ruins. Enormous pieces of wood and cement, some the size of a head, flew through the air, accompanied by thick splatters of blood.
The smell was metallic and permeated the entire atmosphere. You didn't need a trained nose for your nostrils to be filled with that acrid aroma that spread through the air with the same force as the frenzy and uncontrolled struggle.
And into that chaos, blinded by the darkness that covered the rural night, without a single glimmer of outside light, we were about to plunge. Ethan's hand gripped my chest, forcing me to stop just as I was about to leap towards the opening in a torn wall.
'Inside there shouldn't be more than a dozen enemies, and your nose isn't trained
