The air smelled of blood. He could see the red fluid spreading across the cold, metal floor. There were seven corpses, from which it continued to flow. Four male. Three female. They'd all been dead for about an hour.
These were the facts that his mind gathered and processed when he arrived at the scene. Hard, true, practical facts were the only thing keeping him from completely losing his mind. From dropping to his hands and knees and screaming at the top of his lungs. From cursing everything around him and everything within himself.
His pragmatic side kept him together while every other part of him shouted, "You know these people!"
And he did know them.
His children, by blood shed rather than blood shared, lay dead before him.
