He moved silently, his boots stepping carefully over the rusted debris. The blood trail led him down a narrow, shadowy alleyway, cutting straight through the hollowed-out lobby of a collapsed commercial building.
As he stepped out the other side, the claustrophobic ruins suddenly opened up into a massive, sprawling clearing.
Hide stopped, his grip on Night Singer tightening.
He found himself standing at the entrance of an abandoned amusement park. The sheer absurdity of the location in the middle of a monster-infested ruin was jarring.
A massive Ferris wheel had collapsed in on itself, its rusted metal spokes half-buried in the vibrant moss. The tracks of a roller coaster twisted into the gloomy sky like the bleached ribs of a dead leviathan. The colorful paint of the ticket booths and concession stands had long since peeled away, replaced by the grim, suffocating rot of the gate.
