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With signs of a break-in evident, you rush inside to help Billie and her brothers. They could still be in trouble, trapped, or injured.

You rush through the open doorway, .38 Special raised. The pattering noise turns louder, and you scan the dark room for the source of the sound. Your feet hit something solid, and you tumble forward. You control your fall and twist your body to turn the tumble into a roll, popping up on the other side of whatever blocks your path. When you regain your stance, you look at the object on the floor. A woman lies on her side, and by the pale complexion and distorted features, she seems to be in the final stages of infection. Blood has soaked into the shag rug beneath her head, which draws your attention to the cavernous hole from her ear to her nose.

You walk along the wall and try the light switch, but it only leads to a flicker, then darkness. You can see well enough to spot an overturned couch and gunshots through the cushions. A dining room table is pushed against the wall, and blood stains the surface in a swirl. Bullet holes riddle a wooden divider between the kitchen and living room, and a bookshelf lies at an angle, the remains of shattered Native American pottery visible beneath it.

A sudden movement from the side of the room causes you to duck, and something pauses just overhead. You hear a mad rush of flapping and look up to see a crow fluttering along the ceiling, and it swoops low and flies out of the house in a streak of black.