Siobhàn approached the werewolf's body, her pistol still trained on its motionless form. As she drew closer—the creature had vanished, leaving behind only a dark smear of blood on the floor.
She followed the crimson trail until she made her way back to the waiting room, her breath catching in her throat at the gruesome scene before her.
The once-sterile space was now a charnel house. Blood painted the walls and pooled on the floor, mingling with shattered glass and splintered furniture. The bodies of the doctor and nurses lay strewn about. Siobhàn swallowed hard, fighting back nausea as she picked her way through the massacre.
She checked for survivors, calling out, "Is anyone here? Can anyone hear me?"
Only silence answered her pleas.
The blood trail led her to a massive hole in the wall. Siobhàn figured that the creature had torn through it. So she stepped through the hole and into the street beyond.
