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There was no door.
The thick rectangle of wood had been severed off its hinges and thrown to the sidewalk.
When they arrived, the first thing they noticed was the dog house outside, and the bullet holes in it. Petra went to investigate, but Saya held up a hand. The silence surrounding them did not allow a dog. The holes were attempts, failed and not, to achieve that silence.
The next thing they saw was blood. Staining the carpet on the corridor, spattered all over the walls. Across the shoes by the entrance.
As they walked inside, taking care not to step on the broken pieces of flower pots and picture frames, Marcus tried not to pay too much attention to the red streaks on the tapestry. Claw marks of useless resistance.
They could tell in which rooms of the house someone had met their end in by the dried pools of blood. One on the kitchen, one by the shattered window. Two across from the television.
The further the group went, the louder the sound of sobbing became. It was so unlike the dead quiet everything seemed to drown in, her crying felt like a scream in the graveyard. And it was precisely that.
She was in the living room when they found her.
Jun was on the floor, scrubbing it aggressively with a towel. The pool underneath her was, by far, the largest.
She had made little progress. The towel was saturated in red, only spreading the mess around. However, Jun kept going.
The girl didn't stop when they called her name, nor when Saya bolted in her direction and hugged her. Not once did she acknowledge their presence, or anything at all, except the blood under her hands.
The group's attention wandered from Jun up. To the top of the dinner table.
Billy threw up on the side of an ottoman.
Inside a big ceramic platter, displayed like a feast, were intestines. Rotting until they were nearly unrecognizable. Too many to belong to one person alone.
"Jun! JUN!" Saya shook her sister's shoulders, though nothing changed. She looked over at Marcus, a unexplainable expression on her face. "She's in shock."
He swallowed, eyes darting from one corner of the room to the other. Nothing was where it should have been. The whole house was destroyed. "We need to get out of here." He said. "Now."
No one objected. But it was a harder task than they had anticipated. When Saya finally managed to pull Jun from the ground, the girl wouldn't move. She was completely unresponsive, only gripping strongly onto the bloody towel.
Saya had to carry her out of the house.
Lex went back inside their stolen car and started the engine, while the rest helped to get Jun on the backseat.
