Werewolf Suspense (Book 3): Outage 3 (Vengeance) by T.W. Piperbrook Page A

there was something else in the air, too, and it filled Tom with dread. He looked down. Tom covered his mouth with his hand, suddenly hit with the oppressive odor of blood. Rosemary gagged.
    The hall was covered in human remains. Tom and Rosemary stumbled backward, keeling over in the wake of what looked like a massacre. Tom could make out the outline of a hand. A head. An arm. The generator growled from behind the building, providing power for people who no longer needed it.  
    "No," Rosemary gasped. "It can't be…"
    She glanced frantically around the room, as if the gory scene might disappear.
    "Jason! Jeffrey!" she cried.
    She waded through the carnage, scouring the floor. Her boots squeaked and slid as she moved. Tom grabbed hold of her.
    "We have to go!" he urged. The hall had transformed from a place of respite to a place of unspeakable terror.
    "Let go of me!" she said, wrenching free. "I have to find them! I have to find Jason and Jeffrey!"
    She strode further into the room, her distressed cries growing louder by the second. Each set of remains was worse than the last. The bodies had been chewed, savaged, torn apart. Tom ran after Rosemary, stepping through the mess. The contents of his stomach swirled. He wasn't certain what he'd expected, but it hadn't been this . He whirled left and right. The walls were splashed with blood; so was the door they'd walked through.  
    Even the bar at the other end of the room was coated with remains.  
    The generator droned and droned. Emotionless.  
    They had to leave. As difficult and horrendous as it would be, they had to leave. Tom raced across the room. He caught up with Rosemary. She bent over a toy truck on the floor, heaving frantic gasps.  
    "This is Jeffrey's," she said, pulling it from a puddle of blood. "I'd recognize it anywhere."
    She looked down at the small, gutted carcass next to it. It was impossible to tell to whom the body belonged. The dim lighting provided only a sickly, yellow glow. For once, Tom was grateful for the lack of visibility. He tugged her coat.  
    "Come on, Rosemary," he demanded.
    She stared at the remains as if they might spring to life. Tom grabbed her by the arm. Before they could move, something crashed outside.  
    They froze.
    Tom spun in the semi-darkness, aiming his gun at the door through which they'd entered. The crash came again. It sounded like something was shattering the windows of the vehicles. The generator lulled, just for a second, giving them a moment of eerie respite. Rosemary dropped the truck to the floor. It landed with a betraying thump.
    "Come on, we have to get out of here," Tom urged.
    Rosemary's hands fell to her sides, but she remained stiff. It looked like she was in shock. Tom dragged her by the coat, leading her further into the building. They couldn't go out the way they'd come in. Something was out there. There had to be another place to hide. He headed for the bar in the back and the light just behind it. With each step, the blood on the floor grabbed at their boots, squeaking and groaning like the last wishes of the dead.  
    They stepped over the endless carnage. Pieces of people were everywhere. It was hard to believe the remains had been human beings.
    People as real as his companion next to him, as real as Lorena…
    Keep going. Tom didn't have time to think about it.
    A phone sat on top of the bar. The receiver was off the hook, dangling from a frayed cord. Tom ran past it, headed for a break at the end of the bar. Behind it was a closed door. Tom wasn't sure where it went, but wherever it led was better than here.
    Please be open.
    The crashes were right behind them. The beasts had reached the outside entrance. Although Tom couldn't see the creatures, he heard them, and that was enough to propel him forward. It sounded like a large group—more than they'd be able to handle with a few guns alone.
    They'd just passed the end of the bar when the door behind it cracked open. Tom ground to a halt,