✰Caitlin✰
“Dispatch? Dispatch? Can you hear me?” Stanley spoke into his radio. The stench of blood, sweat, and decay filled the shipping container. It was so thick and suffocating that it felt like my pulse pounded in my ears.
“Yes?” came a crackled voice and I heard Stanley breathe a sigh of relief.
“Yes, dispatch, this is Detective Stanley Moore. We are trapped inside of a shipping container at one of Fox Enterprise's warehouses. Rodriguez has the address. I repeat, we are trapped inside a shipping container with three victims who are in critical condition. We need immediate backup!”
“Copy that, Detective Moore. Officers are en route to your location. Hold tight,” said the voice, and then it went quiet. I crouched down beside the first victim, who I believed was Brian. I checked his
