Chapter eighty

In the city, 

Commander Gerald and his scouts marched forward realising loads of bullets on the ferals that advanced on them. 

They were using up more firepower than they thought possible.

"Reload your weapons, these creatures are gaining up." 

It was a fight, with too many casualties. They didn't know if they were at the losing or winning end.

A jet plane flew over their heads, the air force troops had made their entrance. The backup crew had arrived. He felt a slight lift on his chest. These creatures were incredibly light on their feet making them fast.

Taking the form of an animalistic creature on a hunt. This was no hunger for food but a game of catching prey just for the kill.

Hardly interested in the kill after it was caught and dead.

The observation of these creatures went on with so many theories.