ANOTHER DAY - open; gone

[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 9.5pt; line-height: 1.4;letter-spacing:.1px"]Val didn't know shit about the person who shared the first three letters of his name. Not enough to care about his disappearance or even understand what others would be missing — in truth, he would never have stumbled across this scene were it not for the heavy scent that clung to the air in his lungs. It wasn't something that had been present in the vault, both because of his dad's skill with medicine and their habit of cremating the dead, but he got more and more familiar with it as the days passed out here. It's familiar enough now that he doesn't vomit at the scent, or the sight once he gets close enough. The German Shepherd treads carefully through shattered jars and blood, miraculously not injuring himself on the carnage. "Who the hell left this kinda mess?" he shouted back the way he came, disgust clear. "They'd better come clean up."