Dead Rain
The land was solid but wet. A man named Alfred stumbles his way down the hill, grasping out for air. Ahead, more of the baren waste. Behind, deadly creatures. The only hope was to go forward, and even that looked like a failure. The world danced around Alfred. He was being consumed into crazieness. He howled with laughter when he saw a weak scavenger. He charged down the hill.
Racing upon the man he had one thought in mind, food. His mouthed was dry. The scavenger ahead yelled out in excitment. He had no clue what was coming. A yelp of pain and the crazed Alfred was feasting on the scavenger, To hungry to even cook the scavenger. Then somthing on the hill above moved. Alfred looked up. Then somthing hit him. Alfred tiped back and forth, then fell over.
A man from the hill comes down dressed in...