The sky shook with the unwavering force of the elements. Rain started to pummel the ground in a steady crescendo, until it was as if the word itself would be consumed by the noise. A shadow raced across the landscape, and at a flash of lightning it is discern able as a wolf. Up ahead, about a league or so, loomed giant mountains, so high up they pierced the thunderclouds, and their peaks were lost to the heavens.
The wolf paused for a moment, and let off a great howl, a tinge of excitement to it's exotic voice. The wolf resumed it's pace, faster and faster, until it reached the crest of a high foot hill and examined the scene below.
A camp of thousands-tens of thousands-of humans stretched all the way to the base of the sheer mountains, and East and West as far as the eye could see. The wolf's outline shook, and soon a young man was in it's stead, garbed in black and a jeweled cross hung from his neck. He snarled fiercely, and then charged the encampment roaring at the top of his voice.
As if from nowhere, similar snarls-numbered in the thousands-emerged from the forest alongside him, and more and more of his kindred stormed the tents, ripping, stabbing, biting.
The night ended with rivers of blood, bathing the inhuman army under the moon. But the rain washed it all away, as if nothing ever occur ed...
The dream-neigh, the memory-jarred Alexander awake. He remembered that night as if it'd just happened, but his senses dulled the adrenaline he'd produced. Alexander took a moment to reasscosiate himself with his surroundings. He had found a city early this morning, and after stopping to feed, he took himself into a warehouse to slumber for the day.
Alexander got up and stretched, his vitality returning in a moment, and then he wound his way through crates, and boxes alike, into the dark.
His nose caught a scent, something familiar, yet foreign to him. The rest of the hours that past, they were-and always would be-a blur to Alexander.
A shriek...
Mottled pain, blurred vision...
Alexander wove his way through the city, all the while barely conscious of his actions. He sensed that he'd been attacked by an other-worldly creature. Nevertheless, he'd found his way to a place he'd only heard about, and ignoring that gasps of passers-by, he shoved past, until he stood in front of the Undead-Hospital.
Without hesitation, nor did he looked to see if he was followed by his attacker, he shoved his way inside, blood splattered his face, and with the force of his entrance it was thrown all over the walls and door.
"Help."
Alexander managed to squeak out, before collapsing on the floor in the main lobby.
(Scrutinize, and chastise me if I made a mistake. I tried to the best of my abilities ^^; )