They chant and chant like ravenous beasts, seeking to rip apart their fleeing prey – me.
"Someone! Help! Someone, please help me! Someone!"
I scream and cry desperately for help while my legs frantically take me through the numerous torched cars and looted shops as well as passing by an unending amount of withering and rotting corpse and skeletal remains.
No one could be found alive anywhere I have looked and try to search quickly. This place is really like a ghost town, having slowly crumbling away for many years now.
Deserted houses and buildings watch me in utter silent from both sides of the road while the salvage hounds quickly close the distance towards me from behind.
And once a dreadful hand reaches out and grabs hold of my long hair, I just know the chase is over. It is over. It is over!
Oh my God!
"No! Nooooooo!"
