When Victor arrived at the hotel, his heart was pounding in his chest.
The street was empty and everything was silent.
The partially damaged façade of the place was just a prelude to the chaos he would find inside.
With cautious steps, he pushed open the double entrance door and it creaked slightly.
The interior of the hotel was a vision of desolation worse than Victor could have imagined. Overturned furniture, broken objects and shards of glass all over the floor. The air was impregnated with the metallic smell of blood and the silence was disturbing. There was no sign of life, not even the distant sounds of the battle outside penetrated this place.
Victor couldn't understand. It had only been ten minutes since it all began, how could half the village have already been hit and be in this state?