The cold rain tumbled down Skylar's brow as she stood alert at her post. She glanced at her wrist and saw numbers appear. An hour had passed from the end of her shift. But her replacement had not arrived yet. Anxious she began to shifting her weight from one foot to the other foot. She heard familiar footsteps clack gently against the cement walkway. She briefly smiled but quickly turned stone faced when the man arrived.
"Sorry, Sky!" A tall muscular man with short sandy hair replied.
"Greyson, where have you been?! It's been almost a hour!"
""I'm sorry Sky! I lost track of time!" Greyson said as he quickly stood next to her. Skylar continued to glare at him until her facade broke. She couldn't help but smile, this man was the closest thing she had to family.
"I can't let you off the hook that easily!"
"I know, I know, tell you what I'll…"
"Shhhh!" Skylar put her hand up quickly and pointed towards a barely visible tree line. A low humming was barely detectable, but their was no mistake. A truck from the citadel drove out and was passed the wall. Their was no reason for a truck to be so far away from the citadel. Skylar and Greyson glanced at each other before running out in the ran towards the truck. But before they could arrive. A group jumped out of the forest and began to fight the people inside. Two men were caught and thrown out of the truck. Skylar, quickly grabbed her gun and thrummed to life. Without hesitating, she fired her gun toward the wheels of the truck. A jolting stop to the truck, made the group realize that they were not alone. The men who drove the truck now cowered in fear. Greyson, quickly helped them while pointing his gun toward the group. A man suddenly emerged and held his gun up.
"Don't shoot!" He said while walking away from the safety of his group. "Look you're clearly out numbered today. Let's just pretend this never happened."
"This is illegal activity, hijacking a citadel truck is enough reason for me to put a hole in your skull" replied Skylar as she aimed her gun. "Whoa! Why don't you rethink who's the one doing the legal activity before you shoot that thing." He said as he approached Skylar glared at her. Their was something about his sea-foam green eyes. Something deadly and chilling.
Before Skylar had time to react the man whistled and the group quickly vanished.
Frustrated, Skylar stormed over to the men who were driving the truck and noticed their security uniforms.
"Why are you so far away from the citadel?!"
"We we're only doing what we were order to do. We had to drive this truck to precinct 011. This was the route we were ordered to take."
"Precinct 011! What so precious in this truck that this has to go there? Only trash goes there?" Skylar demanded. Greyson gently laid a hand on her shoulder.
"Let's check it out." He said as he placed his wrist to the door.
{Discretion Advised: following scene contains gore}
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As the door opened. A putrid smell wafted out and even the heavy rain could not hide how awful the stench was.
But what was inside was worse than the smell.
Bodies, all shapes, sizes, colors, and ages were shoved in. But all of them were not normal. Some had long tails, some with feather, fur, scales, gills, and more. But all were mutilated beyond recognition.
Skylar quickly slammed the door shut, and breathed heavily. As the security men stared in horror. Suddenly a soft tapping sound was heard. But it was coming from the inside of the truck.