A deafening wail of sirens and screeching tires tore through the scenery. The still of night broken, shattered, as the very mists swirled, receding, hiding away from the coming storm.
They swarmed the shipyard compound as insects upon a carcass, frantic, purposeful and numerous. Like a molten mass, writhing and all consuming, they swallowed whole
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