The snow had stopped, the clouds had cleared, and soft blue moonlight lit the 
roofless basement. Scraps of metal covered the ground. Around the basement, 
ghouls gathered in groups of three or five. They sat on the floor, hunched over, 
feasting on corpses. His stomach clenching at the sight, Peter turned his gaze 
away. He searched around for something safer—something that might provide a
means of escape, something to fend off his feeling of helplessness.