Predator Stalking Shadows 22

"He had smelt it too. It was faint, an odor he was all too familiar with, but would never get used to. Decaying flesh. The three men crept toward the gymnasium doors, their movements so measured, so economical, they barely even stirred the thick, hot, summer air. They positioned themselves in such a way that Marcus could push open the left-hand door at the same time as Ishfaq pushed open the right, with Scott entering through the widening gap in the middle. Once they were in place, Scott nodded and they moved in, barely pausing as the doors swung open and the stench of rotting flesh hit them like a wave. The recent heat meant there were far more flies around than usual. They appeared as a swarm of darting black flecks in the green glow of the men's night-vision goggles. Through this the fifteen or sixteen bodies, laid out in a line on the wooden floor, flared with a sickly green luminosity."pg.141 chpt.6