Lunar lunacy

There were more trails of blood, drawn on the soil, in continuous, straight, pointy and violent splashes; which branched out in several, thinner, angled traces heading in various directions at Dan's front and left.
Distinguishable on the blood were the disordered footmarks of little steps, surely not made by.... grown ups.

Troubled unrelated events crossed Dan's imagination, terrifying him. And there was that letter, too: it was dated of July 3rd. A mixed-up thought: the patron for that day is Saint Thomas -- the non-believer. That, as he recalled from a conversation with his head-editor about a trivia article he was typing in occasion.

Those horrible dogs were grovelling on the wet sidewalk, feasting, like maggots, on something Dan couldn't identify. They were devouring a rotting head. But that didn't prevent them from diverting their attention to the new figure emerging in horizon, in such gloomy zip code: Dan.
No. Not at all. They were not dogs.
They were something else, in spite of their barks indicating otherwise. Something less recognizable. Having a long, narrow snout, all covered in dark, taupe coloured fur, that also covered their tiny, robust legs, these new beasts did looked more alike a cross between a mole and an anteater.

It was impossible to figure out if those things possessed eyes or not. Despite their threatening appearance and demeanor, these creatures were quite sluggish in moving themselves. Despite being more tired than not, Dan could evade them and, perhaps, outrun them. Dan retreated, slowly, and turning 90 degrees began walking in the opposite direction, in sideways motion, like a crab, and never losing the beasts of sight.
As Dan did so, the 'anteaters' noticed and began hissing, louder and louder, as they clutched themselves to the nearest building's wall, climbing and following suit. Another pursuit.

Noticeably, the creatures were much more nimble dislocating on the walls, and from wall to wall, and were picking up speed. However, fortunately for Dan, the difference in velocity wasn't that much, in comparison with their ground movements.
Doing all these laps around the ill-attended blocks was the worst he could do, attracting attention he couldn't dispose of. All the exits seemed all too confusing. The railroad; it was the best course leading out of the village. From the Uhra station, maybe get to Crese. Perhaps.
His reasoning was probably nothing short of outlandish.

As Dan escaped, he noticed the presence of other creatures, scurrying around here and there. These ones resembled.... geckos, but with long legs. Disturbing. more and more began descending from the walls around, using some kind of weird liquid drenching out of fissures, as a sort of liquid slide.
It wasn't water. It wasn't oil. It wasn't slime - it seemed to be spittle....
Dan shot three capsules to the air to scare the 'bugs'. Good news for a change: it worked. Or so it seemed. The hordes of "geckos" didn't really looked like they were focusing on Dan at any time.
The bugs diverged and went straight in the direction of the incoming "anteaters", swarming on them.

Those strange furry animals took their attention from their intended target, Dan, to concentrate on the swarm of 'geckos' surrounding them; these little insects had made those bizarre "anteaters" stop on their tracks. Then, they climbed down from the building's wall, and began battering the bugs away, using their claw-equipped paws; the aggression, however, only served as incentive, as the bugs grew unrelenting and began striking from all sides.
The "anteaters" began eating them, along with patting them violently.

With that, Dan crossed another corner and lost them of sight. There was no way in hell that he would stay in those quarters any longer.
There were far too many dangers lurking out there. Again, Dan heard that strange sound of electrical current buzzing, scorching; seemed coming, likely enough, from the area he had just left.
In the open Dan was vastly unprotected. The wisest thing to do would be to find a safe place and wait, until he figured some decent plan out. Though, "safe" was a concept definitely easier to say than to do.
Inside those sinister-looking, silently creepy, impressionist buildings and warehouses, who knew the disdainful freaks that could be in hiding. "Safe" is something he could never feel in those decrepit cribs.
Outside, however, things also didn't look much brighter.

Then... a sketchy idea began forming in Dan's head. If he could find a car, and manage to hot wire it to start, and just drive the hell out of there, all the way back to the train station, or perhaps better, to the halted train itself. At least, there, he wouldn't be alone. Maybe the stranded passengers had already ensured transportation to real civilization.
Of course, he'd have an hell of a time locating the right road to those whereabouts. At any rate, there wasn't that much of a choice. Or so it seemed.