the scavengers   by gloss[scrollz]

        the group of scavengers tear apart the flesh of the old man.
        he was too slow, and as he stumbled through the rubble searching
        for food, was viciously attacked by them. they tore the flesh
        from his body just as he took his last breath, too weak to move
        was he. the old mans flesh cannot keep the pack fed for long for
        there are too many of them, they act as an entity strong. without
        food the entity will break down, for if it cannot feed from others
        it must feed from itself. the scavengers, dissatisfied but their
        kill move off through the ruins, snarling, hissing, and scraping.
        it wasnt always like this, but after the great destruction havoc
        was allowed to overtake civilization. from within the ruins new
        scavengers had emerged. most adults had perished in
        the great war before the final destruction had taken place, and the
        children were left to fight off these new found beasts. they failed.
        what was once hidden, now prowls the streets taking all life that
        had risin. the beasts feed on the souls of humanity, taking all other
        life down with it. only the dim fires burning away at the elements of
        civilization light the creatures way throught the piles of wreckage.
        a week goes by and the pack can find no more than the bones
        of yesteryear. where they once fed now lays a mass of skeleton, and
        the hunger grows within them. these feirce and deceteful beasts
        feel hunger's grip and with no interference of a soul, look upon
        themselves as their next meal given. the scavengers cry out for
        food, and only a lone dog answers their call. as they spot it
        sniffing around, these savage scavengers race towards it, their tounge
        already tasting the taste the blood. as the mass of evil descends upon
        it, the staggering mass of bones that is the dog collapses under its
        weight. as the group of children tear at the flesh of their kill,
        there eyes glance at each other suspicously, snarling as they feed.

SAUCE00                                   Gloss               iCE Advertisements  19981204¤  
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