As we entered the town, my lungs filled with the disgusting stench of massacre and spilled guts. It was all around the air. The usually gleeful streets were filled with debris and broken fences or personal items. The howling wind lifted a plastic bag in the air and twirled it towards a house. My heart skipped a beat when I noticed the blood on it.

But then the sense of danger made me shoot my gaze to the front. Wolves paws hit the asphalt as they cut the distance between us. We stopped moving and tensed, preparing to fight. The dark shadows approaching us made my skin prickle, and I...