I drove home as fast as I could, my vision blurry. God only knows how I made it home safely without any road accidents.
When I arrived home, I was greeted with a horror worse than anything I'd witnessed in Miami. My yard had become a sea of blood and corpses. My house had become a mass slaughterhouse. It was hard not to run over the bodies as I pulled my car in the driveway.
“Josh. Thank God. I thought they killed you. Where's Fiona?”
Erick lunged at me as soon as I got out of the car. He looked fine. There were no cuts or bruises on his body. He probably arrived home after the show.
“They took Fiona away. How many of our men died today?”
“We lost more than half of our best men. The rest of the survivors suffered minor injuries. When I arrived, they had already left the house. I tried
