Eulalia Grass

Arching upwards, to stand up soaring these horned forms with large, long, really bulky arms and thin cylindric torsos.
The legs, small and bovine, ending in folded webbed toes, in the account of three, as the number of fingers in the arms; protruding, the tiny shiny orifices distanced apart, each in one side of the cephalic mass, presumably the eyes, vermilion-coloured; a wide beak, or rather a snout, through which an odd uttering, sounding like "nork!" was emitted.

They showed some traces of fur, on that sallow skin. Gruesome as they were, they were about as tall as a grown woman, and no less menacing.
The old man was paralyzed cold in the sight of those grotesque beings. Dan with his heart racing.
Mowing down the pampa's vegetation as they reduced the distance, within seconds they were upon themselves, the undone pair.

Suddenly, the monster in the lead, at body's length, with one swift backhand, almost cleaved Sagi's (yet petrified) head off, grazing him and causing him to be thrown backwards, to the plain. As he fell, the weapon he was holding flew right off his hands, falling too to the vegetation.
Dan's pulse was off the charts, but he HAD to react. No time to think, only to react.

Snapping from his dread, he immediately threw himself down, and as fast as he could, grabbed the shotgun.
In continuing motion, he pointed it to the nearest moving shape and shot. A strong discharge of sparkles and sound spread, followed by the screech of the creature in the lead.
Dan had torn a hole open into the creature's abdominal area.
The recoil of the blast almost ripped off his left arm. The stock had hit his shoulder hard; and the creature kneeled in pain, suffering from the disperse fire.

The other monsters hesitated, as if daunted by the lead's hurting downfall and moans, and subtly backed down. It was, however, only for an instant. Dan raised to his knees, and kept firing, ignoring his shoulder. The beast on its knees took the direct his of two more shots and collapsed, inert. The others monsters attacked savagely, but Dan, without stopping to breath, aimed and fired in all directions, severing limbs and cephaluses.
The creatures were dropping, with serious wounds. With genuine relief, he still kept firing, accustoming himself to the recoil.

It was heartfelt his notion of satisfaction as he was verifying any remaining activity. They were out of commission for good. Thankfully, this kind of litter hadn't teleported.
A vile stench came out of nowhere. It began emanating from the carcasses. The surrounding air getting disturbingly foetid. Sagi, finally coming to himself, lifted himself up, with some deal of effort:
- Well done. Very nice reflexes - Dan lent him a hand, to even out the favours, as himself couldn't shake the notion that that rotten smell wasn't all that unfamiliar - I could never thank you enough for these heroics. Thank you, Mr. Outsider.
- Are you kidding? If these creatures were a little bit faster we'd be dog food by now.

Sagi also had noticed the smell.
Then he, covering his nose with his hands, warned:
- We must be very careful. This odour not only is rather foul, but it's also noxious. This breeding of creatures release concentrated hydrogen sulfide, once they decease. The gas itself is colourless and easily liquefied under pressure, and is a natural process in decay. However, the altered speed and concentration makes it a particular aspect of danger.
By that time Dan had figured out the similarity of it with another smell: the smell of brimstone.
- Rapidly. We better run to the S.C.R.A.P.. These genomorphs are spreading and populating the area at an uncanny rate. To think that they are in these vicinities.

Dan couldn't agree more:
- Yes, we're out here for too long. As sitting ducks. And you're welcome. This is quite a gun you have. - as Dan was wording, he examined the weapon, with the letters «F O W L» displayed on the stock, encrusted in steel. "Fowl": what a dissonant epithet for such a potency.

After some fast steps, they abandoned the cesspool and, in two minutes they were at the gate of the, presumably, best (or only) escape route.
A saturnine tower, rectangular, with false doors on the sides, as tall as two men perched on each other, with no windows or openings, except for the pocket door. S.C.R.A.P.. On the tops of their heads, there was a flag with the inscription:
«SHELTERED CAMP to RESEARCH of ADVANCED POLYNUCLEOTIDES»

Sagi typed some secret password on the door's code mechanism and with an electronic buzzes, it opened, letting them in. Once inside they were were quick to close it.
It was a reinforced heavy titanium alloy gate.
- We're quite sound in here.
The system seemed to promise safety; and yet not even so, Dan couldn't relax:
- What's this place...!?
- A nigh-secure installation designed, deliberately for emergency situations akin to the one presented.

Dan couldn't hold on any longer:
- Clearly, what the hell is going on in here?