We can spot the warehouse ahead of us in the darkness, a massive structure that had seen better days.

Rusted metal siding with broken windows covered with boards, the kind of place that screamed abandonment to anyone passing by. Perfect cover for the kind of monsters who traded in lives.

"Three entry points," Lana whispered, crouched beside me behind an old shipping container. "Steve takes the east door with team one. Clara goes west with team two. I'll go through the main entrance with team ...