Clark sensed there was something wrong at the same time as Lucy.  There was blood and death here.  He raises his rifle up so that it is visible in his hands.  "I don't like this place," Lucy," Clark say warily as he takes a few steps forward.  The air of the factory is thick in the smell.  "Lets take a look around, but I think we might be bettered served finding different place to rest for the night.