Unknown to the small group our little story is based on was the fact that only miles North of them the military was doomed, blood splattered every solid thing within half a mile of the horde of demons now at the top of South America. Ten thousands, no, one hundred thousands, maybe a million demons were searching houses as they moved, destroying houses that were already thought to be destroyed and eating the stragglers that had by pure luck lived. It was quite obvious that<span style="font-style: italic">ANYTHING</span>that opposed the horde was going to die. The red clouds followed them, acting as a plague and a warning to those who were dumb or bold enough to stay and fight the demons.