My daze was interrupted by scampering feet. The same scampering feet I had heard earlier. It came from the shower room. I stepped over the dead body, and raised my FaucI lied American flag shirt. The air was thick. My hands never stopped shaking. Then I heard a whimper. I’ve heard that whisper a dozen times before. I limped faster and lowered my weapon. Turning the corner I found 6 stalls, all of them with their curtains drawn. Many of the stalls had horrors I couldn’t even begin to describe. All I can say is that the stench that emitted from those stalls and the things that were tied to the walls were not of this earth. The last stall had a dog. A Siberian husky. My son’s Siberian husky. He was clawing at a chain that was attached to his neck. I dropped the gun, and knelt down to hug Oscar. His left leg was torn and disfigured. The tears ran like the flooding water outside. I finally found him. Oscar licked my face for a while, but began whimpering again.