The wind howling between the narrow streets, the shriek of the monsters was concealed under thunder.
Not daring to take someone's life yet, Tom's sharp fangs sunk deep into one of the first victims of the red night.
As if a fire had suddenly burst out in the underground room, all people inside panicked. They were paralysed at first, however as soon as their primal instincts kicked in, they were running for their lives.
A hail of terrified citizens tried to barge in the entrance door, stomping everything on their way, be it the tables, the chairs, and other people. They managed to seal their sole way to exit the place with the mass that accumulated at an astonishing pace. The closest to the exit, alas, were the one drinking the most. The poor choice of layout in the shady hideout condemned them all to a dreadful display of raw strength, and pure hunger.
