He had known it would be dark, he didn’t know about the smell. The rotting corpses coupled with the decaying plants. There wasn’t another soul in sight. The old Young mansion had plenty of rooms to spare, most of them flooding with water as the biggest storm of the year rages outside. Mold covers the walls as the last of the bats are so fatigued they can barely move. The storm has starved most of them, and the emptiness of the plains surrounding the house didn’t offer many places to hide from the weather.