Utterly Mad

I intend now to build adequate shelter, not a crude little pine construction. But first I made another venture into town, to scavenge addition supplies, tools, maybe even containers.

In the process I found, to my horror, a house seemingly grown over entirely by paper-like material, the street near it littered with the mangled bodies of revenants. And the cause? Multiple massive wasps, buzzing angrily around the area. I'd taken care to avoid individual instances of these corrupted creatures, but this nest is dangerously close to one of my intended targets.

I strayed deeper into the streets than I wanted to, but anything to avoid these things. They're rather adept at killing the undead, I doubt I'd have an easy time if they ganged up on me. Not to mention, I feel bad for these things, terrifying as they are. They are clearly mundane creatures of this world, warped by whatever perverse power caused all this. They do nothing more than what they would in their normal form.

But as with any animal, I will slay them if I have no choice, or if supplies are such that hunting becomes necessary.

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As I feared, it isn't some corrupted insect I need fear. Some monstrous revenant followed me out of town, gaining on me rapidly. It seemed to be all aglow, body partly mechanical in nature. And this was confirmed in the jolt it struck me with when it closed in, nearly flooring me from pain.

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Actually killing it was easier than I expected, but for a moment panic bested me. I assume the monster was wounded in clashes with chitinous things, be they mutant or otherworldly. I found myself examining the creature more closely, its body a wreck of advanced technology melded with a corrupted, inhumanly muscular body.

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I normally do the minimum needed to give the revenant eternal peace, in both body and soul. But in this case I attempted to cut away the machinery, perhaps fearing modern science could animate a body too damaged for these dark powers to control. I feel disgusting for butchering something once human, finding at least one component seemed reasonably intact.

The remaining pieces were merely short-circuited pieces of junk, and good riddance. I decided the lone intact device would serve as a morbid trophy.