A Massacre
"Don't be scared. It is me." Marx called from the door of the room.
"You scared me, Marx. You did not make any sound at all." Amaya complained. She heaved a sigh of relief. She was expecting that it was a werewolf ready to pounce on her.
When she thought about it, If the werewolf was trapped inside the building then it should already be dead as all the dead humans have turned into skeletons.
"I found stairs that lead downstairs. Come, let us take a look." Marx held her by the wrist as he walked into the hallway and turned right. He opened a door and there was a stair going down.
"This seemed to be a modern facility. There should be a lighting system here." Amaya said softly. She studied the wall beside the staircase and saw a switch. She flicked it but nothing happened.
"The power source is not working. It must have run out of fuel or destroyed." Marx took a torch from his backpack. Amaya remembered that she also had one so she took it out.