C32 The right to live

There was a little puff of dust as the door to the zoology lab was forced open from the outside. A searching beam of light penetrated the darkness of tangled cages and torn bars. The old janitor peeked in and gave a troubled sniff. The air stank of rotten meat.

“Oh no,” he groused as he walked in.

His light touched on scratched walls, smeared blood, and the stink of fear