The whispers that came from them ramped up into groans and growling as their seething bodies began to streamline. Piece by piece, the dead cells peeled off them like tape: only this time more gruesome. One woman - I assume it was a woman - must've healed wrong, because where her mouth should have been there was bare flesh. Translucent. I could still see the darkness of her mouth from behind the new skin. She tried to call out, but her face restricted. Luckily for her, her nose was still there otherwise she would have choked...
All at once, they became instinct. Hunger. Murder. Survival. These are the cold words that run through my head, as the people of Contania flee for the mines. Much practice in mine collapse drills have prepared me for long runs and powerful lungs, so I make it to the mines fast. Before I get there, I can hear the sound of shattering ice, as the sub-humans climb. I scream at those still in the mine to shut the snowgates; steel shutters used to protect the miners and mine from freezing. It's also immensely strong, in order to survive a collapse or explosion: designed to contain one should one occur.
Just as the gates shut, I hear the screams. It's enough to make my blood curdle. Deafening, gut wrenching sounds of loved ones fearing for their lives who didn't run fast enough. I shed a tear. When the sounds of teeth piercing flesh and muscle reach my ears, I almost chuck bile at the sheer disgust. How many people are dead now? Are we the only ones left? We can't survive in here. In the atrium part of the mine alone, I can see maybe 200 people. The only food reserves are in case of emergency should miners be sealed in, and there's nowhere near enough for all of us to survive for long. Then it hit me.
I am going to die. Even if it's not by the hand of those... things, I will die soon. But one thing I knew for certain. I was not going down fighting.