Sinking into the narrow maze of alleyways that formed through the cluster of shops within the main square of the town, Lucas could feel the repugnant, cold air of death hang densely around him. It took everything he had to withhold the urge to release bile; stepping through puddles of blood and entrails, missing appendages, being brought face-to-face with walls stained in these same innards.
Focus. Focus. Remember where you heard the voice--keep that one thought in your mind. It...It wasn't far from here. Find the building most likely holding survivors, Lucas thought.
Like a sign from a higher power, his eyes met through the gap in the deathly alleway--landing on the presence of a large, barricaded home; it was clear basic Gaia magic was used as walls of stone made up the boundary of the house, as well as a weak barrier being set up.
