<blockquote><div><cite>xblurp wrote:</cite>Zaida's arrival at the precinct could only be met with "damn what a shit hole". The place was completely destroyed. Very little bodies stood around except for the bitten bits of an arm, or leg. One hand still held a gun in it's hand covered in different pieces of who knows who. The precinct from the outside was full of bullet holes from misfired guns and cracks all around it, windows smashed in and even the door had been destroyed now laying on the ground full of bulges created from the impact by the Restless. Inside the precinct wasn't much prettier. There was so much blood it could have been painted red. A torso was tossed over a desk in front, intestines handing from it to the ground. On the precinct's sides were different offices, filled with more blood, where officers would have usually been doing their work.<br/></div></blockquote><br/>Zaida took all that she saw in stride, not flinching in the slightest from all the blood and gore. Seeing such things weren't new to her, but she did wish to know who or what was behind these brutal attacks. They obviously didn't care that they made a mess of things.<br/>Zaida let out a sigh, "So many lives wasted. They could have been to so much better use in my care. They even left body perfectly good body parts."<br/>Zaida continued to observe and absorb all that was presented to her as she walked further inside. Not wanting to have her boots soiled in crimson she did the best she could to a rather straight, if still crooked, path to one of the offices. She was hoping to find a survivor among the dead.