The farm!The farm!The farm! by QuietProFesional
Small Traces of dragon vore.
We are the survivors, the last who escaped the terror of the dragons. The beasts are cunning, taking every city one by one and every person one by one. I am a part of a small group who hid and survived the main assault. Hunter dragons still patrol our city, looking for survivors to eat or sell. Their keen tracing abilities and pure strength mean that almost no bunker is safe. Even if they can't get in, they will scorch the structure until everyone comes out. When that happens, it becomes a feeding frenzy, rubble flies everywhere, survivors are snapped up or taken away. The dragons leave nothing, not anyone at all.
It has only been two years since they attacked our city, word spread quickly that there were safe havens. Each and every scout we sent in search of those places, never came back. Our food is low, our people are starving, yet all we can do is hide. Any crops that we grow are turned to ask before we can harvest. All our hunters we send out
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