Smoke billowed from the city as flames roared into the night sky burned everything into an orange haze for miles around. It was as if the concrete jungle of Boston had turned into a giant forge. From atop a large crane sat a single figure. He was a thing young man with raven hair in a green unzipped hoodie over plain white T-shirt and torn blue jeans looking as if an ordinary person at the park. He sat upon its hook and dangled his legs without care like a kid on a swing while looking into the heart of the city. An explosion erupted and the resulting shockwave caused the crane to sway, yet still, he remain unfazed and unblinking.

His eyes locked onto another man running towards him in the distance. If the previous youth looked as if a normal city kid then the next one looked as if he belonged in a history book's depiction of Vikings or Barbarians. A mope of dirty brown hair slick with blood, bloodshot eyes, a tanned and muscular body standing over 6 feet in length and an untrimmed beard. He didn't wear a shirt and left his scar-ridden and chiseled chest bare for all to see. As soon as the wild man had saw the other he seemed to had been driven to a berserker frenzy. 

A roar that was more befitting of a lion than a man tore its way out of his throat before he rushed forward as breakneck speed, his every step leaving deep imprints on the ground from the sheer force of the charge. An unfortunate 18 wheeler truck had the misfortune of being in his way as he ripped through it like a wet tissue. He didn't pause for a moment and had actually grabbed it with a hand after his entryway out. Dragging it with him as he went he crumpled it into an impossibly small and dense ball of metal before rising a hand behind his head into a pitcher's position, he launched the makeshift projectile with all the speed and force of a rocket towards the other man. 

If the sight of the incoming 40 ton ball of death bothered him he didn't show it. He reached into his pocket and retrieved not a weapon as one would expect in such a situation, although the usefulness of any convention weapon against such an attack was questionable, but rather a Hersey chocolate bar. He slowly unwrapped it with the composure of someone with all the time in the world before taking a small bite. By the time his teeth touched the surface of the candy, the spere was but 10 feet away, a distance which would be closed within fractions of a second.

A loud and thunderous collision was heard as hands clamped over the projectile as if catching a football. Though it wasn't a single pair of hands that did the deed. In fact, it wasn't even human hands, but skeletal ones devoid of flesh and blood. From the ground thousands upon thousands of pale limbs clung to each other and formed a tower with 6 swaying branches, they sprouted from the ground as if a demented flower from Hell.

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A crisp snap was heard from the young man's mouth as he ate his delicious treat. Although it was from miles away the unruly man felt as the other man was chewing right next to his ears. A thick vein throbbed on his forehead as his face reddens in anger. He was clenching his jaw so hard that he was certain his teeth had cracked.

"You..."

He glared at the other man with all the hate he had in him. For a moment he even thought it had startled the green clad man as his eyes widened and he looked flustered.

"Huh..? Oh, I'm sorry! Where are my manners, did you want some?"

He pointed the bar towards the brunette as if offering for him to take it. The worst part of it was he could tell the thin man was being genuine about it, as if he had not just performed a massacre and slaughtered his friends mere moments ago.

"Why don't you take your candy and shove it up yer ass? You twisted freak I'll make you pay for what you have done!"

"Man, everybody is a critic. If you hate my art so much why don't you make something then?"

"Art..? Art?! You call this fucking art? All this pain and devastation? All the pointless death?! I'll kill you!"

His arms were spread wide as he indicated his surroundings. Although he had cleared most of the monsters on his way here, many could be seen shuffling in the distance. Some consider them the most tainted of creatures, a mockery of life, The undead. Yet these weren't normal resurrected corpses by any means. They were all hideous, limbs sticking out of the wrong places, others having too many or too few. As if a jigsaw puzzle of a body they were all malformed. Truly the work of a madman.

Hearing the man's reply the pleasant mood of the young man disappeared for once. A stern frown was etched on his face.

"...Did you just call my art... Pointless...? Hooo... Its clear you're a worthless idiot, but maybe I could make something of you? Where god's life had been wasted, I shall craft majesty out of trash. Yes, recycling is important after all" 

His decision made he snapped his fingers and portals opened all around him from the ground to the skies sickly green rips in the air opened and thousands upon thousands of undead poured out with an unholy screech. The Large man paled, not in fear of the growing army of monsters, but rather of the true depth of the man's depravity. For each body marked another life taken in the other's madness. He pushed aside sorrow for the familiar comforts of rage as he charged towards the army.

Neither of them noticed the dark horizon shifted every so slightly. Something was coming. A beast so immense it covered the skies. and it Hungers.