Before them lay a pile of corpses.
Skulls were scattered everywhere. The ground was littered with bodies, some not fully decomposed, their expressions twisted and horrifying. The place was so grim and bizarre that even an adult would be scared witless, let alone two children.
Dylan Grant led Elmer Grant forward, one small step at a time. Elmer kept bumping into the corpses on the ground, his terrified crying incessant. The two cautiously circled the area, but they didn't find a single scrap of food, not even a drop of water.
Dylan Grant's young face was grim. His expression was blank as he stared intently at the sea of corpses.
Elmer tugged on his hand. "Brother, we can't find anything to eat. What do we do?"
"They... they want us to eat human flesh and drink human blood."
At these words, Elmer frantically shook his head. "I won't eat it! I'll starve to death before I eat that!"
