The air in the bunker was stale, the smell of burnt and rotting corpses filling the air. Rats scattered along, scavenging the corpses and eating their fill.

All while the.. creature stalked the halls. The pitch blackness making it easy on his sensitive eyes, long claws scraping the ground as a low growl raised from it throat. Making any rat in it's path scurry away in fear. This bunker was now his-- for the most part, at least.