Move around to the back door.

You move to the back slowly taking each step with caution and pausing twice to be sure no one else was nearby. And with a deep steady breath you pull the door open and step inside.

A few feet in you had to step over a body. A younger man, early 20's with multiple stab wounds lay dead on the floor. You kneel down pulling off his backpack and then hear voices coming up ahead. You quietly toss the backpack down the hallway near the door you just entered and then continue on and into the back of the kitchen. Another body on the floor and at a glance you can see heavy wounds along the side of his face as well as down his side and torso. But by now there were other sounds, sounds of people coming from the main area of the lounge.

A simple and quick glance made it clear people had been living here. And by the looks of it they had been settled in for some time now. But who had been here was as good a guess as any. Where the bodies laying on the floor those that tried to attack the place or were they the ones who had been living here. A deep agonizing whimper and **** sobs from a female followed by two male voices pull your thoughts and attention back to your current location. You move down low to stay out of view when you pass the serving window and continue out of the kitchen and into the main lounge. More bags and bedding were set up near the far corner and across the room you could see the source of the noises. One man holding the back of a girls hair, his knee firmly pressed against her face pinning her in place as a second steadily pumped between her legs.

You need supplies and as bad as you felt knowing that was what you most cared about, you also had to decide which options were going to work out fast. What ever happened here clearly took a bad turn for some or one side of the people here. The problem was who did what. Where the dead bodies those that attacked and lost or were they taken down in cold blood. And the girl helplessly being used as a fuck hole... there was no way for you to know who had been in the right or wrong. But you do know you have options and you need to worry about you. Maybe you don't even give a fuck who did what and maybe you can walk out of here with new weapons, supplies and a turn in a fresh if not slightly used cunt before you leave. Options options. The world is fucked for sure. But are you as well?