This roleplay is rated Mature for explicit gore, substance abuse, coarse language and adult humor. The Story So Far The day was as mundane as they came. A Thursday. Nobody expects any big events on a Thursday - all they see in their near future is the sweet release of Friday afternoon when they can kick off their work shoes and let loose. But for the time being it was nose to the grindstone for most of the inhabitants of the seaside city known as Silverwoods. Pleasant place, not too big but not too small, Silverwoods had none of the ugliness of a big city but most of the convenience. Such as the giant Southwoods Mall, the hub of downtown and popular destination for all walks of life. People didn’t just go there to shop - they stayed for the buzzing atmosphere, the vitality. Unfortunately, as normal as the day started, it turned into something not even the wildest of conspiracy theorists could expect. Certainly none of the average people who ended up trapped inside the once-beautiful Southwoods Mall. A mere hour after the First Sighting, as it would come to be known, it’s outer walls were scarred with deep gashes, splatters of red and a deep, dirty yellow, and the stone was crumbling in places. Its entire front entrance and several shops had been reduced to huge pile of twisted metal and rubble. Thankfully when the collapse occurred most of the remaining people inside the mall had been wise enough to move deeper into to the - hopefully - safer interior areas of the sprawling temple to commercialism. There wasn’t a whole lot shopping to be done anymore, though. The Southwoods Mall was now an urban jungle, complete with predators and prey. The humans were the latter. All manner of things - the monstrous beings that came to the city that day - rummaged through the kiosks and stores and wishing wells for their next victims. Maybe they were hungry, maybe they were angry, or maybe they were just bored. Nobody could tell you which one it was. The only certainty was that they weren’t there for the discounts. When the air inside the mall wasn’t filled with the screams of the dying or the crunching of bones as the monsters enjoyed their meal of human flesh, some sounds could be heard from outside. In the first half hour there was the blaring of sirens, yells and car horns. Then the screech of tyres and the rumbling noise of airplanes flying low over the city. Then came the gunshots. Rapid bursts from machine guns as well as the steady bam-bam-bam of pistols and shotguns. Those stopped too, eventually, and the silence that followed was all the more terrifying. Deep, thundering booms that shook the floor and toppled furniture broke the hush that had fallen. It came closer and closer, causing the frightened mall goers to flee inside and hide themselves as best they could. The rhythmic approach eventually came so near that most of them thought it was the explosion of bombs and that when it reached them they would meet their end. Bombs weren’t to blame, though. Those few survivors that escaped the carnage outside could barely tell you what it was, except that it was gigantic. It toppled skyscrapers in the center of town like they were stacks of blocks, filling the streets with an awful grey fog of dust, and then plodded on deeper into the city. The fog combined with the terrible storm that covered the city, making it hard to catch a good look at the monster at all. The dust, the rain, and the dark clouds covering the sky made even this behemoth seem to slither about the city on it’s tall legs. The hulking form appeared only to topple another tall building and then vanish into the haze. That was all that one could have known from inside the Southwoods Mall. It’s sprawling floor laid out like a two-story snowflake, splintering off into more walkways filled with stores of every sort. The reason why this was a destination for many inhabitants was obvious, it had a roof and solid walls and lots of provisions. More than that, the building was very large in the minds of the locals, who took a certain pride in having something so ‘state of the art’. But there wasn’t much pride to be found anymore.