There were sighns of struggle around them. Like some epic war had taken place. And all around there were hunks of roten and decayed fleshy material, grey-brown, and some still with a reeking green hue. Amidst the carnage and barley audibull were the slightes sighns of free bodied waking. The sighns were sutle, and had she not taken sevral traking classes she would have missed them. The few bodies that had lost their lives in the struggle, no doubt for their lives had been turned over, and a closer look at the sad sight reavled faint tanning lines, it wold seem that items, such as braclets or rings had been pilfered from the dead and the dyeing. She doubted the sikley monsters would have use for such megar trinkets, which left only one possibilitys.... assuming that this species was indeed the dominate of the plannet, another smaller groupe, one struggling to make ends meet had needed thes. Whic ment that there were still some un-enslaved people left. Togeather, the two of them had to find these refugies, and hope they were friendly. They would go from there, assuming they could get that far.
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