An unknow force, tearing the flesh of any unfortunate soul that dare to be near the core. The core in question is a tiny girl shaped creature or something that wears the skin of a girl.
Perhaps the girl is just a suit for that force to wear. Or maybe the girly body is a deception and it is just a cage for something more dreadful that exert this unknow force over the world.
In any case, this force currently is crushing the remains of its victims. Even though the victims are long dead. The influence of the force never stop for even a minute.
The flesh is unrecognizable from the past, actually, the flesh is a jumbled mess of various creatures. From the creatures who are more sentient to the others who are the undead immortal corpses.
Only the immortal flesh of the undead seems to show some sigh of movement, but the movement is so insignificant that it doesn't really matter. As even immortality has its limits. Undead won't be moving again if the flesh is turned into dust.
'I hate undeads…'
This cursed storm of indiscriminate slaughtering has been raging on for quite some time. This area is also said to be a death zone. No one visits this place anymore. How long has it been?
Probably, few months or is it years? The landscape is even changed so much from the past that it is unrecognizable. How would it have looked like before this terrible cataclysm?
'I don't know'
There would be a time when the terrifying influence of the force will be ending. And it looks like the ending is now.
A gentle touch of an entirely different creature is sensed by the girl. A touch that is different from that of the cold ground. She's been laying on the ground for so long.
Who was at fault for keeping her busy here for so long?
It was probably because of the immortal creatures. Those undeads just refuse to stay dead. Or was it cause of somebody else? She can't remember. It is hard to remember things these days. Or any other day.
As her only purpose is to exist near the living and then exert her influence to crush, tear, bend anything that breathes or not breathes. There are many creatures that doesn't breathe like those undead. So she really doesn't need to think or have a will.
Why does she have a will? She has probably asked this to herself before. But she can't remember. Maybe she should ask it to the one who is carrying her on its back.
As she tried to open her mouth, she failed.
'I can't speak…?'
Is she forgetting something again? How does one speak? Wasn't it suppose to be through the vibration of sound that is made by some very intricate mechanism present in the mouth. Or is it present in the throat? It doesn't really matter?
Well, why is opening one's mouth is the hardest part of this mechanism? How is she supposed to speak now?
'oh wait…'
Her lips are actually stitched together with a thin flesh like thread. And these stitched doesn't just end on the lips. The whole inside of her mouth is shut down with these odd fleshy stitches.
So it is not that she doesn't know how to speak. She is incapable of using her ability to speak.
'I am glad that mystery is solved but now what…? How do I talk?'
The creature who carries her is ignorant of her internal turmoil. it is more worried about stepping on the bits and pieces of the flesh that lays on the ground, just very gross. The current situation is still better than the previous scene of utter hell.
Flesh doesn't float anymore, nor it tear itself apart on its own, nor anything is colliding with each other with high speed, nor there are any harrowing sound of flesh soaring around the girl.
It is quite peaceful now. Only If one were to ignore the ground and won't mind the eerie atmosphere of the area. Or just close their eyes and won't look at the horror at all. That could a way too.
However, it doesn't have the privilege to close its eyes. Taking her safely out of this apocalyptic scene is a priority. Even if it wanted to be a little carefree and rest, the weight of the task is just too overbearing.
It also have to keep in mind that the flesh storm was the phenomenon that deterred others to reach the girl. Now that storm is turned off, other mighty forces would be coming in the area to investigate.
Do they know that she was behind the flesh storm? Just a tiny girl. Or a demon that is wearing the suit of a girl. Who knows. It doesn't want to find out if they do or not.
As it is running through the land of horror. Vigilant of any threat that may come forth. A loud voice pierce inside of its head, threaten to break the inner building blocks of creature's mind.
The voice said,
[I finally figured it out, I can just talk with minds…]
The voice hurts so bad that the creature trips on rotting flesh and fell, face first, on the fleshy gross flesh of some random creature juice. It was a miracle that it didn't lose consciousness cause of the mind attack.
The voice rings inside the head again. Just as loud and painful.
[what happen..?]
It just curses under its breathe.