Darkness and Beasts

About to force entry with shaped explosive charges. I noticed that the doorknob and part of the door frame were still intact. "Stupid simple stuff is not when it gets the job done," as Lukas used to say. I agree with him.

The door swung open, silent on one well-oiled hinge and another pseudo hinge of squelching fungus. We cautiously spread out, gun lights illuminating the interior, a cross between hell and a cannibal's butcher shop.

There was blood, old and fresh and the smell of copper mixed with the rancid sweetness of rot and decay. The pervasive sweetness would cause headaches and nausea, and even several nosebleeds.

Something somewhere oozed and gurgled. It sounded like something wet, a liquid slurry sloshing through old piping in a building. The floor was a mad mix of something green, the broken tiles of a school corridor, and broken stone and rubble that led deeper into the earth.