The smell of rotten flesh wafted against the air as Samuel saw creatures that had haunted him at night came to life. They rose to the ground, tinged blood red—their rotten muscley flesh, with skin peeling off, had spread across the very tips of their body, sending shivers down to Samuel's spine.
Samuel's electric-blue eyes widened as he sees them ooze their thick, putrid blood into the ground. He sees THEM—the creatures who were too familiar and too fearsome to be forgotten, walk with their mouth gaped open as if to scream. They were ambling their way, with razor-sharp claws etched into their back.
Necromorphs!
Samuel trembled as the necromorphs began to scatter. They were taller than the average person and ran faster with their rapid and large footsteps. Their claws pierced through the hearts of those who were unfortunate enough to be a second late in running away.
Blood was spilled yet again.
