There was chaos on the roads. The roads had been getting harder to run on due to all the flesh and blood splattered around.
People were running for their lives, trying their hardest for their desperate attempt to live. The numbers constantly decreased as they ran. Some cut their legs cut off and fell on death's door, some were chopped in half while some were swallowed as whole.
One of those running survivors was Gazef Soghill. He was clenching tightly to his right shoulder to stop the bleeding since his arm had been tore off while running by a beast—it it hadn't been for another person who directly fell in front of that beast, he would've been dead by now.
But since he got the chance to live, he had to everything in order to make the most of it. And right now he was doing just that.