Sirens blared in the distance, their ominous call echoing between the giant structures. The streets dividing them seemed empty, desolate. The light seeping from above spoke of the sun rising, but no one came out to greet it.
A storm had swept the area, one not of wind and rain, but of bullet and fire. The chaos it brought could be seen in the destruction it left behind, the still burning embers, and the motionless bodies lying behind makeshift barricades.
The stench of death mixed with the stale city air, discouraging anyone from lying their eyes on the gruesome sight.
The only ones who dared to roam were those tasked with bringing back order. They went around, moving from one street to the other, the target of their search being the dogs who caused the mayhem.
