An Animalistic Occurance

The days move on like any other in this hellish place. Survivors clinging to life, attempting to push back the unrelenting horde of the dead, fortifying their places of dwelling, and more. The various places of residence often plagued by forces above that of simple zombies, as well. Strange occurances to say the least. However, as of late, visceral growls are heard at times, from areas across Siranda. Corpses turning up having been torn to shreds. Perhaps not an uncommon occurrance with the dead walking about and eating the living. But something just seems to feel off about all of this in particular. Whatever it is, however, it chills those still alive to the bones in wonder of what exactly it may be...