Chapter Thirty-Five
For the second time that day I found myself in an abandoned building with the world crumbling around me. This time there were no flames, only the echoes of life I had witnessed hours before.
Eerily empty, void of activity.
The Dog House was abandoned, but signs of a struggle were everywhere. Chairs were broken, a table smashed. Empty bullet casings and blood stains smeared on the floor.
What the hell happened here?
Someone had torn the place apart. But where were the other members? I looked behind the bar and pulled back chairs and closet doors. Nothing.
A faint noise drew my attention back to the rear of the lounge and the hidden room; the gambling den.
There was no light in the doorway this time, just a weak whimpering and the occasional dripping of broken beer
