Grim Mercy

By the time Hazel and her group arrived, the room was thick with the metallic scent of blood.

The little boy huddled in a corner, his small body trembling, eyes unfocused, clearly traumatized.

A soldier who had handled the scene approached Diego, his eyes red, his fallen comrades draped in white sheets behind him.

"Sir... Zane... he's gone. When we got here, he had already started turning... attac