Bloody handprints were splotched across the wallpaper, bloody boot tracks stamped across the carpets. The curtains hung funny in the windows, there was a strange smell that was strangely familiar wafting through the house. The lights inside had also been shot out as well and occasional bullet holes in the walls, the whole job looked sloppy.
My heart pounded in my throat as we worked our way through the house, guns out and ready to shoot at the first sign of trouble. The thudding grew louder from within the further in the house we travelled. My palms grew sweaty but I took a deep breath. I had Miguel with me and he has my back, he always will.
When we hit the first bedroom we saw our first body. He was youngish and definitely dead. Mr. McKenzie may be old but the bastard was tough, he wa
