The sun hovered above as vultures feasted on the rotting flesh. The smell of dead carcass was pervasive, filling every nook and cranny of the ranch resort. Luscious giant oak trees stood tall, a contrast to the grim atmosphere that had eclipsed the resort.An eerie silence took shelter in the once bustling and lively mountainous resort, surpassed only by jets and airplanes shooting past in the sky. The ants were having a field day, claiming skin and tissue, plucking at flesh and devouring every morsel to the bone. Few wildlife could bear the stomach churning, repulsive scent of ten thousand people strewn across miles of barren land. Yet the ones that did were inferior, chased away by the vultures in the thousands. Once a ranch resort, it now seemed as if the scourge of battle had paid a visit to Death Valley. A wasted battlefield cannot even begin to describe the gore and barbarianism present. Ironic that none saw it coming, even to the last minute. Just an eerie silence was present, and the occasional squawking from the thousands of carnivorous birds, a claim to a territory once inhabited by the human race.
Added (1). When I say book introduction, I mean this is the first paragraph of my book…
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