The group moved cautiously, their footsteps muffled by damp soil and scattered leaves. The faint scent of decay lingered in the air, growing stronger with each step.
Athena walked ahead, her sharp eyes scanning the overgrown path. The distant cries of crows echoed above them, circling like black shadows in the sky.
When they reached the station, a chilling silence filled the air. The once orderly camp was now a scene of chaos.
Torn tents flapped in the wind, their fabric shredded like paper. Equipment lay scattered across the ground, wires tangled in muddy puddles.
The metallic scent of blood clung heavily to the air.
Darren gagged. "Oh God..."
Lisa clutched her arm, eyes wide with horror. "What happened here?"
Athena's gaze settled on the twisted shapes lying across the camp. The ground was stained dark red, dried blood caking the earth.
Birds pecked at the mangled bodies, ripped clothes, torn flesh, lifeless faces twisted in agony.
