The scrapyard, a place of empty cars, hunks of metal, and abandonment. It's nearly quiet, a vague wind can be heard, but it is not windy. A strange feeling lingers; one that gnaws at your gut. Eventually, your bones feel locked and you cannot get yourself to move. That's when it hits. The windy noise picks up and you hear the sound of metal scraping against metal and concrete. It still is not windy. The fog gathers around your feet as they slowly creep around your entire body. A figure oozes out of the slits within the cars and metal. The ooze piles together bands and sheets of metal, the only other thing you can make out are the abyssal holes within the metal that reek of hunger; filled to the brim with teeth. It begins shuffling. Shuffling. Your heart beats rapidly. Shuffling. Shuffling. Dark.


TL;DR: Unknown viscous horror blob prowls through the scrapyards consuming everything in its sight from metal to man, gathering and equipping what's been left over. But also in POV form because I failed my English II class six different times.