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... d like a goddamn horror film.
Dried blood smeared the concrete like grotesque murals, leading streaks toward darkened corridors. The air reeked of rot and rust, even through their filters. Flickering overhead lights cast long, distorted shadows, making the wreckage seem alive.
Debris littered the ground—shattered equipment, overturned desks, weapons discarded in desperation. Bullet holes riddled the walls, some surrounded by old, dried handprints.
"Jesus," someone muttere ...
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