It wasn't the landslide that took them out, it was what the landslide had unearthed. Thirty three dead and the body count rose every day and every day the blood and bones left behind all led back to the gaping chasm in the cliffside. The stench of rotting meat that wafted out served as a ward against anyone entering alive.
Nobody saw what was coming and going and slaughtering anyone who drove past there at dawn or dusk until someone managed to hit one of the wretched things with their truck. What little of it wasn't splattered against the grill, pressed into the tarmac or leaking over the edge of the road looked disturbingly human.
I swear if it weren't for the claws and eyes the size of your fist they could be mistaken for a passing cousin. For all we know they're out in the street wearing those ridiculous over-sized sunglasses that are somehow fashionable. It would certainly explain how they've been killing so many when the road's been shut down.
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