Ruins
TarPuppy fumbled under the slats of the front porch until he found the spare key that he had hidden there. He snapped the police tape over the door and slid the key inside the lock. He took a deep breath and swung the front door open on its old hinges. What he saw inside left him breathless. The interior of the house had been torn apart and was barely recognizable.
The scent of honey and fumigation hung thick in the air, and the floors and walls had been draped in a white tarp. A mist of fungicide hung over everything like a shroud.