"What the fuck?!" I barked as I looked at the bloody ground.
"What's up?" Layla rushed to my side, "Huh?" She was stuck looking at the same sight as mine.
I proceeded to enter the room, "Everything's battered up…" I whispered as my shoes made squelching noises because of the blood.
"Oh…" Breath left my lips as the guests laying on the floor entered my sight.
There, resting on the most-righten side of the room were six corpses.
They were all buffed men each with different severed limbs, their clothes consisted of bullet-proof vests, specialized pants that offered more freedom for movement, helmets, and face masks.
Their gears were mostly the same, assault rifles, pistols, and grenades.
Albeit, none seemed to have worked considering they all had cuts, wounds that showed they were impaled, and visible scorched body parts.
"Bluergghh-" Layla quickly stepped to the veranda which lead to the backyard to puke.
