The horde moved fast.
Too fast.
Their forms—
All wrong.
Some still looked close to human at a glance, but the moment stretched long enough, the details broke that illusion.
Arms bent where they shouldn't, elbows angled backward or twisted inward unnaturally as they pumped with erratic force.
Legs dragged behind some of them at partial angles, joints misaligned yet still functioning enough to drive motion forward.
Others were worse.
Faces torn open where skin had split, one eye hanging loose against the cheek, bouncing with each step—
Mouths stretched too wide, jaws misaligned but still snapping open and shut in uneven patterns.
Hands—
Some stripped down to bone, fingers exposed where flesh had been worn away or ripped off entirely, yet still clawing at anything in front of them.
They ran.
Not cleanly.
Not uniformly.
But relentlessly.
Some moved low, almost crawling while still maintaining speed, shoulders driving their bodies forward in jerking motions.
