Hissing and growling sounds echoed followed by the crackling sound of twisting and broken limbs.
Then, it was followed by the tearing of flesh and the crumbling of bones.
As the dim light of the compartment flickered bodies were strewn across the blood-soaked floor. The broken bodies of soldiers lie in twisted, agonizing poses. Some are still clutching their bodies, frozen in the last moments of their fight. The metallic scent of blood hung heavily in the air, mingling with the stench of fear and desperation.
Amidst the bodies stood a bloodied figure with an ominous presence in the darkness.
Among the fallen, there are signs of struggle everywhere, torn uniforms, shattered strewn about haphazardly.
Pools of crimson spread across the floor, reflecting the dim glow of emergency lights, creating a ghostly scene.
The silence is oppressive, broken only by the occasional groan of the wounded.
