| Old mother Hubbard, went to the weapons depot and fetched a cache of experimental bio weapons. She injected them into her whining hound of a dog. It sprouted horns and wings and as a Harpy of the night, it ravaged the petrified towns-people, striking when the time was right, pecking out the eyes of the dead and living, raining muderous pain on those who dared make an ill-fated run for cover. It ate well, feasting on the flesh of its victims, the old and infirm picked off first, the sick and immobile stood no chance as the winged messenger of death took no prisoners, hacking and slashing with its razor-sharp talons, cutting down those who dared oppose its divine chaos. Old Mother Hubbard, satisfied with the bloody carnage of the night, called back her vile pet, and once again it nestled safely within her cottage, before the time woulld once again be right to kill those pure and innocent folk, the peace-loving fools whos ends would come at the talons of Old Mothers fiend... |