Thread: Of Men and Monsters(Luana_Blodwyn/TheSilentProtagonist)

It was a world where fear reigned. Even in the light of day no one was safe. Those who had not been turned moved in packs, angry and terrified. They carried whatever weapons they could. Some had enough money they had guns, rifles and handguns. Others had passed down family swords. The rest had tools of their trade pitchforks, cleavers, heavy hammers and the like. These groups formed angry mobs and would run through the city in a blood crazed frenzy. Sometimes they killed monsters, most times they chose the wrong target. Even those fabled hunters succumbed to the furies of these mobs. There was no cure that anyone knew of. Every morning there seemed to be new tales of people dead or turned into monstrosities. One could imagine the terror of a bite and what it would bring. She had been coming home from her Aunt's. It was late, not quite sundown but close. Wearing a dark cloak she clung to the shadows with a wicker basket slung over her arm. The hood was drawn up to hide the flame brightness of her red hair. Her heart hammered painfully in her chest as she darted from shadowy corner to shadowy corner. At one time it was a simple and pleasant ten minute walk. Now those ten minutes seemed to take hours as she paused and listened. Waiting to hear the feral howl of dogs or the croaking of crows. She paused in an alley to listen. Nothing, just the wind whispering through the byways. CLANG! She screamed and spun about as a rubbish pile was knocked over, old tins clattering to the ground. A mangy cat scrabbled from the pile. Her heart beat a furious rhythm but slowed at the skinny beast. Damnit it kitty! You nearly gave me a heart attack. The cat turned slowly to the sound of her voice. She smiled at the stray, but briefly. It was then she noticed it wasn't just mangy. Its fur and flesh hung from bones she could see. The cat's eyes glowed a deep crimson. She gasped but it was too late. The beast lunged and she felt fangs and claws sink into her leg. She screamed again and kicked at the creature as it bit and clawed. Like all smart travelers she carried a weapon. It was just a simple, small cudgel. She swung frantically at the beast until its teeth and claws dislodged from her flesh. In a blind panic she swung and swung and swung until the monster's head resembled mashed beets. Shaking she dropped her weapon and lifted her skirts to examine her leg. A hunk of flesh was missing and she bled profusely. Quickly she wrapped a kerchief around the wound and sped away home. Screaming echoed through the streets. A mob had gathered but were not fairing well. The beast they had encountered stood a massive ten feet. It was a cat, sort of. Fur the color of newly kindled fire covered the monster's body. Its limbs were thin and lithe with a long, bushy tail. Teeth and claws were wildly exaggerated. The canines hanging down below the slavering maw. Claws like wicked scythes adorned each toe. Black stripes mottled the fiery fur and bright green eyes blazed from it's horrifying, feline face. It roared with a loud, wailing scream as it turned and dug its claws into a blacksmith. The man howled with agony until he was torn in half by the monster. People were beginning to run, they couldn't fight this beast. Bullets seemed to only enrage it further and it was not afraid of their torches.