"Everyone stopped caring."

The Polluted, Finley Marai, growled out as his wooden spear went right through the lovely florist, Iris Daley. The poor woman closed her eyes as she fell down to the cabin floor, lifeless and bleeding out. 4 down, 4 to go.

Then, Finley turned his head towards the cabins entrance, seeing a survivors hand quickly pass. Making him growled as more oil dripped from his mouth.

"You'll be next, human scum."