It'd been days since they started walking, they encountered one of those...things since then, it was terrifying, they hid as best they could. Unfortunately someone wasn't as lucky, kylos watched as it devoured a man in his mid twenties, he tried to fight, but couldn't. The organs spilled out and every muscle in his body relaxed, the long claws first dipped into his stomach, creating a wound that rendered the man defenceless, it then crushed his skull. The cerebral spinal fluid first pooled in what used to be his face, the shards of his skull created a powdery dust, then the brain, it looked faintly like mush, it was a bloody, slimy disgusting mess, then the creature took his large intestine as well as all the other organs, then mushed it into one disgusting soup that would make anyone of any gender or age gag. That was the day he witnessed what exactly it meant to encounter those things, unless you are confident in your fighting abilities and have a weapon on you, it means certain death. After walking with pants wet from peeing on himself they soon learned from a (very traumatized) man that people had already turned the houses that hadn't been destroyed into shelters, where they teach people how to fight, stock up on food, and send people on expeditions in order to scavenge food and clothes or whatever they could get their hands on, they called these facilities salvations, they each had their own name but when referring to a non-specific one you just call them salvations, Morte decided their first stop was gonna be a salvation.

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