237 A Messenger

Somewhere far away from the Alpha base...

Under the scorching sun, cracks grew deep in the barren, parched soil like a wizened old face, baked hard, no more hospitable to the delicate seeds than a scorched rock. The leafless tree gave company to the dusty weather. The earth grew wan and weird, unfertilized, dehumanized... It looked like nature had sided itself with the monsters. The once tall skyscrapers were now nothing more than a reminder of how civilization had once prospered on those same ground. A ground now ruled by the monsters. 

In the harsh weather, two human-like beings were walking behind a horde of monsters. As they walked, a trail of sand was left behind they moved as if choreographed by the wind, in perfect time with one another. Goblins, ogres, and orcs all moving together but something was off... They were different. They weren't alive and yet walking and running as if they were...