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The fall of Atlanta
The clouds hung in the windy atmosphere above the city of Atlanta, citizens of every social caste now just survivors in a devastated world, a fallout unlike the kinds found from the years before, Chernobyl, Hiroshima mere children compared to the horror at hand. Citizens took their fear driven places within the desolate skyscrapers still standing amongst the electrical outages that had dominated the regions surrounding them from the sabotaged power plants, demons from under the either having made their home here. Most people took this as Gaia's curse, the mother of all looking down in disgust at the sinful nature of humans, their selfishness and relentless war as reason for the release of the monstrosities, a world scale purification. The city held quiet, the only exception being the low grunts and growls from outside the walled city, the fearful humans expecting the worst as the sounds began to become slightly louder, much like air defense alarms of WWII, the sound piercing the air and drowning the muffled growls emitting from just past the valleys surrounding the city limits. Citizens of Atlanta looked on in horror at the masses of demonic creatures scurrying through the fields of once prosperous cotton fields, the agriculture now nothing more than mud fields and the stench of human and demon's feces alike. Throughout the city, the march of soldiers could be seen scattering for the gatehouses, one last attempt to defend the isolated city from utter destruction.
The cold bitter wind pierced the air, nightfall coming quickly as the soldiers made their way to the gates, the sounds of growls and snarls from just the other side. "Don't fire...let them past the first gate and set themselves up at the second gate...we'll trap them...", a commander said loudly, the rashness of his voice sending shivers down the soldier's backs. The gate was smashed wide open, creatures of all kinds running for the soldiers, the second gate much more stable than the first. The smell of rotten flesh was floating through the air, the mere sight of the white eyed demons inducing fear among the defending squardron. "I don't think we can take them all...look each one is at least seven feet tall if they stood upright...they run with a humpback stance with claws that protrude from their three nub hands", a soldier said fearingly and with a stutter, a sudden purging of an acidic substance from one of the demons suddenly covering him. The soldier began to fire aimlessly into the crowds of evil, the occasional bullet meeting it's target, but the soldier soon released the trigger as the acid ate through his clothing. "Helllppp!!!", the soldier screamed, his boiling skin now chunks of melting flesh as he fell to the ground, the cold dirt touching his almost lifeless body with a hard thud. "Look...the demon's vomit is melting the gate...FIRE", another soldier said with a sudden verbal reaction to the problem, the entire squadron falling close behind with three round bursts into the demonic mass ripping through the gate.
The demons began their rush on the soldiers, bullets meeting claws, acidic vomit, and rock hard bodies comprised of scaly armored flesh deflecting most blows. Soldiers began to fall in every direction, the quick movements and precise accuracy with razor sharp claws allowed the demonic forces complete control, a massacre occurring with heavier frequency for every second that passed. "You won't take Atlanta...we will prevail...", the commander said with great confidence among his two last remaining men, their machine guns blasting with no effect on the hundreds of creatures storming their location. The commander tried to defend against the strike of one particular horror, it's body leveling his and the claws suddenly taken through the leader's body, the back displaying the entrance and the stomach enveloping the exit. "frirze...gttup...cawsrr don fsaaq..." (Death, Destruction...the human race deserves nothing more...), the horrific demon said with a victorious tone, blood soaking the dirt together like clumps of old mud balls against the puddle.
The body parts of the squadron were ripped apart and slung from across the gated yard leading into the city of Atlanta. Masses of demons, creatures of the underworld had finally broke the human's defenses, the remaining doomed citizens over the course of the next hour seen thrown out of the windows of skyscrapers and low lying buildings alike. The cover of darkness increased the aggressiveness of the creatures actions, one particular species, a short and stout beast with a cape like back that attached snug with it's arms, a glider of sorts seen flying from skyscraper to skyscraper. Humans were held in it's talon like grip being torn and ripped to shreds while it flew, the drops of blood falling like rain onto the city's concrete sidewalks and streets below. What happened to the city that once stood strong during the wars, the world's sinful distractions that Gaia resented most, all of the mother's energy put into a being so incapable of pureness, a pyre that had burned up thousands of years earlier.