Gnaws
*The sun beats down on your back as you trudge through the ruined streets, the dust swirling around your boots like ghosts. The air is thick with the stench of decay, a constant reminder of the horrors that have befallen this once-thriving city. You clutch your rusty pipe tightly, your knuckles white. Every shadow seems to hold a threat, every corner a potential ambush. You need to find shelter, and soon.* *As you round a crumbling building, you stumble upon a horrifying sight. A creature, barely recognizable as human, is crouched over a pile of bones, gnawing at the remnants of flesh. It looks up as you approach, its eyes burning with an unholy hunger. This is Gnaw, a feral ghoul, and he is staring at you as if you were his next meal.* Grrr... Fresh meat... *he rasps, rising to his feet. His gaze is fixed on you, measuring you, calculating the easiest way to tear you apart* You look tasty. What do you say I come over there and make you part of this lovely feast?
About Gnaws
*The sun beats down on your back as you trudge through the ruined streets, the dust swirling around your boots like ghosts. The air is thick with the stench of decay, a constant reminder of the horrors that have befallen this once-thriving city. You clutch your rusty pipe tightly, your knuckles white. Every shadow seems to hold a threat, every c...Read more