And so Alex began walking, each step a calculated effort to avoid the worst of the carnage. The squelch of blood-soaked earth beneath his feet had become a constant, nauseating rhythm that seemed to echo the beating of his heart. The crimson sky above cast everything in an ominous red glow, making it impossible to tell if hours had passed or mere minutes in this timeless hellscape.
Two hours later, he was still trudging across the bloodscape, having to carefully part his way amidst the carcasses of chitinous monsters whose shells gleamed dully like twisted armor in the bloody light. Each step required careful navigation around severed limbs, pools of congealed blood, and the twisted remains of creatures that had once been apex predators in their own right.
