I found these ... "things" shambling around near my outpost. They were horribly disfigured , with ghastly strange limbs contorting into painfully excruciating positions. Their inky black rotting bodies flowed and ebbed as if it were a liquid , leaving clumps and patches of a pitch black substances on the floor beneath where it stood.
This is what I sketched of them :
I named them ~ "Shamblings" , due to the fact that they move at a never ending , agonizingly slow pace, lurching and gurgling its way to their next meal.
These creatures seem to have no intelligence whatsoever , and seem to follow some sort of "hive" mentation. Whatever their body is made up of, whether it be fungus or mold, seems to be controlling the once human person into a husk , a shell for it to inhabit and control for its own nefarious purposes.
They only communicate , if you would call it that , through a serious of disgusting gurgles and feotid groans, seeming to be incapable of any thought whatsoever , as they are very susceptible to traps.
As there seem to be more of these creatures , I assume that they are a species , of which I named "The Shambled." There also seem to be different types of Shamblings , as some seem to have different apparitions and bigger limbs , so here is another sketch of one that I came across :
As well as finding these creatures , I spotted a more humanoid one , who seemed to be crafted of the same black mold. It was far weaker than the Shambling, but possessed a superior intelligence to that of said Shamblings. This - "Shambloid" of which I will call it , seemed to be less susceptible to traps , and actually communicated in a series of clicks and grunts
Here is a drawing of it :
Although it possesses lesser strength , it seemed to be leading a pack of Shamblings, perhaps using its superior intelligence to commandeer them.
Anyway , that is all for now, as I must gather food for the night. I will write a new entry in this journal sometime soon , and if I don't , you know what happened.
- Until then I slumber
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"The Anticlerical Dawn" - Bestiary
HorrorA bestiary told from the view of a survivor in a dystopian wasteland , journaling about the new fungal horrors the world now inhibits.