Heller's POV:
It was hard to say what that thing was.
There should have been a grand mansion there, though only three stories tall, it had a touch of intricate design, a sign that a deeply virtuous family resided within.
But now, the mansion was gone, replaced by a mass of inexplicable 'flesh and blood'.
I was unsure if 'flesh and blood' was an accurate description because, amidst the surging of muscles and pustules, occasional glimpses of the architectural structure appeared, as if the mansion had suddenly come to life, evolving its own body.
The military forces stationed around Charlies' estate have fully controlled the area. The soldiers wore evident anxiety on their faces. It wasn't until I ran out that I realized why the reinforcements were not arriving promptly. They had been here long ago, deliberately delaying.
This time, we were the ones caught in the fishing net of law enforcement.
