It was night.
With countless stars in the sky.
The stars looked like a painting, with the moon, a crescent shape, looking down at the earth.
You can say it is the perfect night.
If only, the Apocalypse didn't happen, and the monsters weren't infesting the planet.
Those monsters have ruined everything.
They are killing everyone and are eating the bodies of the people they have killed.
They tore apart their flesh and devoured their innards, and their screams rang out in the air.
Their voices echoed throughout the whole world.
People were running, screaming, and were trying to escape.
The ones who were able to escape are few.
But most of them didn't survive.
The monsters were too strong.
Too strong.
There were countless of them, and their numbers were rising by the minute.
The sky was being filled with the monsters that could fly.
And the ground was being covered by the ones that couldn't.
The buildings were being torn apart, and the houses were burning with fire.
