There was blood everywhere. It pooled between the gravel in the driveway and stained the ominous stone steps. Ruddy footsteps seemed to lead in all directions and a crimson hand print smeared its way down the white front door. Bits and pieces of who-knows-what were scattered among the body parts littering the ground.
A severed head lay six inches from his feet. Cohn took an instinctive step back and sighed heavily, keeping his breaths shallow to ward off the acrid smell of death that surrounded him. This had been a hell of a fight.
As he registered the sound of labored breathing beside him, he turned to face his head of security. At least that's who he thought it was - hard to tell who exactly was underneath all the gore. “Our men?"
"All alive. These guys weren't so lucky." Ryn swept his bloody sword over the carnage.
"Their luck ran out the minute they stepped foot on my property. Apparently we've just run out of time. It's moving day... again."
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