Wenster.
The city was engulfed in a downpour.
In the rain, it was already Hell.
Everywhere was filled with wails of agony and whispered moans of pain. The once-celebrating crowd now lay sprawled on the muddy ground, either vomiting and convulsing too much to stand or attempting to flee to shelter but were swiftly beaten back into the rain.
Those who acted, no, perhaps they could no longer be called people at all.
They still had human forms, but their crucial parts, like their heads and limbs, were no longer human in appearance.
Their heads had morphed into the shapes of sea creatures, with protruding cheekbones, elongated mouths, and sharp teeth protruding from them. Even their tongues had become forked. Their limbs turned slimy and emaciated, covered with scale-like patches reaching into their torsos. Every finger and toe had grown sharp and fierce, and tails sprouted from their hips.
They were monsters through and through.
