Chapter 218 Amends
- Ava
- The harsh plasticky crinkle of the hazmat suit was the only sound that filled my ears as we stepped into the deathly-silent Packhouse. The familiar scent of wood and pack life was overwhelmed by the acrid smell of decay and chemicals, even through the plastic shield covering my face.
- My eyes widened behind the protective visor as I took in the devastation around us.