Beast hooves crush the bones of the people. The blood-red setting sun shines on the road of escape.
That day, beast hooves crushed the city walls. Mutated beasts rampaged, and streets filled with mountains of corpses and rivers of blood. His bones broken and tendons torn, he fought to the bitter end, but could not hold them back. The beasts suddenly fled in terror at the Black Mountain tide of corpses, leaving the city a scorched, hellish wasteland. The setting sun spilled blood-red light as he dragged his broken body westward. A trail of blood wound into the dusk, and only despair clung to his bones along the road ahead.
Theme: Be a stray dog who loves sleeping in
