Wenda woke up, eyes slightly bloodshot. She’d had yet another horrific dream, no thanks to the scenery nowadays. Trudging herself to the bathroom of her house, Wenda flicked on the lights to get a better look of herself.

Ever since it, that thing under the town, showed up a month or so ago, nothing has been normal. That red and black pulsating…mass. That’s all anyone could really describe it as. A mass. The village used to be so much more populated. So much louder. Now it’s quiet. Just a measly 19 of them left, because of that thing and the monsters it spawns.

“…depressing way to start my morning-“

Wenda muttered as she brushed her sharp teeth in the bathroom.