Griar stood over one of the many bunkers that were supposed to be hidden away beneath the earth, difficult for enemies to discover and subsequently attack–Unfortunately, much like the one in the wasteland, this one had been pried open, and everything was silent.
During Griar's last passage around here, this bunker had been just fine, so whatever had happened should have happened at most a week ago… But the stench of blood or death was completely absent.
There were no remains anywhere.
'Is it another one of those ghouls who devour their prey whole?'
The living did not know, but he could tell that there was something dangerous within the bunker. The one within was not hiding themselves. If anything, they were actively making their presence known, almost as if inviting Griar in…
'...I am not going in there. This smells of a trap from a kilometer away' Griar may be seeking combat, but he wasn't missing part of his brain.
