Before the Task Force could even try to do anything, Makarov was attacking civilians. All hidden under deep ropes.

It wasn't supposed to be that way, war was supposed to be against one side and another, not against innocent civilians. But you can only kill so many before the public fights back too. Not that the normal human without any training could do much but the pure adrenaline could lead a person to go mad.

But not all sides voted against Makarov, nobody could agree on anything, causing cities to start collapsing, dead people hung from buildings as a warning to any, it was phycotic.

The Task Force continued to fight of course, the world would just get worse until Makarov was taken care of. They had just gotten word of another attack and warned the place was in pure rubble.

When they arrived nobody was there not a living soul. The building was down, ash and dust down but as they kept seeing something out of the corner of their eyes. Something unhumanly.

It wasn't until they had seen a large bite mark in one of the dead people. It sent shivers down their spines, something able to take clean bites from flesh and bone. Especially with such a size.

But of course, someone had to find it. Soap searched after finding a dislocated arm all gored. He looked around, eventually finding a creature that looked like the spawn of Satan, large teeth dripping in blood, black skin and a limp leg in its mouth. "Dear god... shite shite shite... spare me please! I didn't mean to find ye'! Swear on it." A human. Food.