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Poland looked at his surviving citizens sadly, they were starved and dyhdrated. Limbs were twisted, skin burned away, flesh eating at itself. They had tried staying underground for as long as possible, and those who were in first fared better, but now they had ran out of food and water became scarce.

"Come on. We, like, have to leave now, there is no more food." Feliks said, but only a few could stand. With a sigh, Feliks lead his people outside, leaving behind those who couldn't follow. They were all his people, but those who could still stand deserved every chance of survival they could get. So, armed with scraps of metal and a few guns some had on their person already, the group made their way out side for the first time in months.

Everything was in ruins, some sort of grey-green moss was creeping along the buildings and rocks the suroundings were echoing with an airy wheezing. Animal and human bodies littered the ground. Fleshing eating at itself, fur and feathers ripped away, limbs were crushed or torn from their bodies.

A bald grey-skinned skeletal version of a cat was tearing away at the mangled body of what looked to be a child. It hissed and disapeared with a small hand in it's mouth. Feliks was disturbed, but that was nothing compared to how disgusted he felt when some of the people decended on the dead child's body to devour the little meat there. He gave a little dry heave as bones cracked and joints snapped, then the wheezing got louder suddenly.

Grey-pink blurs shot out and tackled the people who were ripping at the child's carcus. Screams sounded as shapend teeth stattered bones and broke skin to peal the meat from the human's bodies. Eyes wide, Feliks swung his jagged metal saber out of year of military training. Pivoting to toss the gasping creature at the end of his weapon into another. Paniced shots were fired, some hitting those alive causing pained exclamation to arise from the victims' mouths attacting the humanoid creatures attention.

Feliks' eyes darted around as the surving humans and him were backed against a collapsed wall.

What have we done?

Was the only thought that ran through the pole's head as the creatures charged, letting out a cross between a wheeze and snarl.