Finding Shelter (2)
He gripped his spear tighter, his knuckles turning white, as the deafening roar shook the foundations of the crumbling city.
The sound of smaller fangeds scurrying away reached Sebastian's ears. It was clear they were fleeing from something far more terrifying than them.
A chill ran down his spine, as he knew he was about to see something truly harrowing.
Suddenly, a swarm of fangeds emerged from a corner; the group barely made it in time to hide within a house, not daring to look outside.
Their snarls and growls echoed through the empty streets and reached the inside of their hiding place.
These fangeds were unlike anything Sebastian had ever seen before—a twisted amalgamation of different things, their bodies contorted and their features distorted.