Daily Writing Prompt

The streets weren’t safe after dawn. That’s when they came out in droves. Oh, sure, you’d see a few wandering around at night, but not many and they were easily avoided. But after dawn. . . Swarms of them. Rushing everywhere like some gods forsaken river of death. They destroyed everything they touched. Ripping through forest, plain, ocean, and desert alike. No where was safe. They have destroyed so much they have become immune to the sight of it, they no longer see or hear the cries of the dying. These horrid creatures called humans.