When the city announced that the entire neighborhood had been cordoned off due to a “chemical spill,” Carmen’s instincts told her there was more to the story. She’d heard the rumors—whispers of strange sightings and unnatural sounds coming from the quarantine zone at night. Curiosity and defiance drove her to sneak past the barricades one evening, determined to uncover whatever was being hidden from the public.
Her search led her to an old warehouse, its entrance sealed off with chains that had been violently ripped apart. Carmen’s heart raced as she stepped through the gaping doorway. The musty scent of damp cardboard and dust filled her nose, and the silence was eerie. The building was vast and dimly lit, with shadows dancing around her as she moved deeper in. The walls were covered in claw marks and gun holes, clear remnants of a fierce battle. But with what?
