There was even a small table in the corner with four boys slumped over it. They looked to be only seven or eight years old.
The entire village was eerily silent, as if every living, breathing thing was lying here.
Zoe Sawyer controlled the door, panning it across the nearby houses. She truly didn't see another person.
There wasn't even a single living chicken or duck.
"Several families' black dogs are gone too. Looks like this was premeditated." Evan Keller crossed his arms, his fingers tapping lightly on his biceps, his tone thoughtful.
Considering the geographical location, the state of this village, and Mrs. Ford's physical condition, it was quite obvious how they got here.
"Zoe, pull the door out first. Pinpoint the location, then contact the nearest police station." Heath Hale could tell with a single glance that the people lying on the ground were beyond saving.
