The bodies of the mutated beasts decaying on the ground had mostly lost their original shapes. They were either slit open and disemboweled or had their heads covered in bite marks, and in more exaggerated cases, limbs and eyeballs were scattered aside.
The air was filled with an extremely sweet, nauseating stench of blood mixed with the smell of decay, making one want to vomit.
Arnold Simmons took out two masks from his pocket, first putting one on Hannah before handing another to Gregory Lawrence. "Mutated beasts become exceptionally aggressive during the breeding season. They'll attack anything but their own kind."
The masks had been specially treated to block out most of the foul smell.
Hannah's furrowed brow finally relaxed.
It wasn't that she couldn't withstand such odors and gruesome sights; she had seen much worse before.
Not of mutated beasts, but human bodies.
At a glance, a sea of blood red.
