Upon the final hour of the night they came. Down from the crevices and out of the chasms of the eastern mountains. They came as prophesied and with speed and numbers that evoked only despair. They skittered over the wall and moved like liquid coursing across the ground. A new skin being stretched over the earth. A horrid rancid new flesh with twitching articulated limbs clambering and scouring over the landscape, over the screaming denizens, over itself. Above all was the din of their mechanical insectoid laughter. Breakfast was served.
Created: Aug 24, 2012Jovon Document Media