Blood was everywhere.
It covered the buildings, matted the asphalt, and dripped off the benches. Its smell--thick and overbearing--coated the air.
Dead bodies were strewn across the street. Limbs were scattered. Screams reverberated in a symphony of madness, orchestrated by the wild beasts running amuck.
No one was safe.
You could try, but death would come swiftly regardless.
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