The Rampage - Part 02
Part two of the little stroll!
Aren't inner-city carnivals the most fun?
Tiny sounds of bodies cracking and bones snapping filled the air. Even through the cacophony of entire avenues being torn apart, Zilla seemed to hone in on specific noises which humans created when caught underfoot. To them he gave a pleasured smile; the draconic scale-plated face creasing to show contentment. Every fracture caused a slight tingle to travel up his spine, even though he did nothing more than simply walk over hoards of bystanders, nonchalantly meandering along.
Despite having such massive scaled feet, they remained just as sensitive as a human would consider their own feet, albeit being substantially more protected. As a result Zilla could feel every minuscule writhing human caught beneath his feet. Each step forward wrought a plethora of pleasurable sensations for him to indulge upon. His gait caused him to look as though he walked hurriedly to the humans' perspective, but in truth, it happened to be nothing more than a leisurely stroll for the big fellow.
Every segment of every toe captured and transmitted dozens of actions taking place beneath just a single foot, and these took place nearly every second. He couldn't help but wiggle his toes as the broad scales indented partially around the humans' bodies before the weight overtook it and crushed the little beings. In particular he greatly relished those people who walked together as a group; feeling them clasping hands, when underfoot, and still attempting to stay as close together as possible created some of the most savory reactions ever experienced. Clenching his toes, he also paid much attention to the sparse amount of individuals whose bodies crossed between different sections underfoot; getting between the joints on the underside felt by far the most rewarding. Those around knew when he caught a large group in that position, for his body gave a slight shake as if in dance due to the sudden increase of bliss he seemed to garnish from such.
While roaming through the streets, after every corner taken the giant reptile lifted his foot in a particular manner as though to show off the fruits of his ventures. Balancing on the tips of the toes, the underside lifted up for those behind to gaze upon it. To mankind it would sooner be viewed as a wall; each foot being nearly forty feet long, and when raised up like such, they certainly appeared as formidable forces of destruction. In this way the act worked as a palette cleanser. It was through this way that a newscaster and his cameraman somehow managed to survive the onslaught of being constantly smashed against the concrete below that of the toe they were pushed against. Even the camera stayed in one piece, forever rolling, recording sights that would at one point likely be recovered for all the world to watch.
People from the road left in disarray behind him and quickly peeled themselves away from Zilla's scales due to gravity pulling down the vertical surface. Bodies and small bits of rubble tumbled down, bouncing along other segments of the foot or the curled claws themselves, before landing unceremoniously to the street. After the several-second-long pause he began to bound along again, joyously following the certain scents wafting up from street level.
Zilla understood much of why humanity congregated at block parties and smaller events, and that would be due to the treats which the little beings created for themselves. The smells in particular mingled exquisitely with the chorus he created with every step. That did, however, leave him wanting extra from his actions. Thankfully for him the scents from behind transitioned fluidly to that of the street right before him. Digging his claws into the ground slightly and squishing a select few individuals between the two and the tougher nail segments, he scampered along with a slight bit of added padding to keep his feet from yearning for too much attention, for a minute or two at least.
The path he had chose took Zilla down a particularly well up-kept portion of the city which held some of the best restaurants the city had to offer, all lined up on either side of the road. Nostrils flaring and feet tapping upon the ground, he bent down close to the human population. Masses of people were blown down in waves from each exhale, while every inhale brought hoards of individuals closer to the giant face. For the most part he just enjoyed all of the scents from the nearby restaurants alone, but even more so how well humans themselves added to it.
A natural predator, the gigantic reptile toyed with his prey for only a few more seconds. In a quick snap, once his eyes scoped out a decent group, his mouth jutted down while being wide open. His broad, thick chin dug into the ground, upturning a decent section of road in front of him and manipulating his quarry to keep them still as they fell down. Mere seconds later dozens of people found themselves within a cavernous mouth, further manipulated by a tongue to guide them deeper inside. Those nearby got to watch as his jaws created a small crater in the ground, with nothing but a couple dangling individuals squirming about from between the scaly lips, they being the only proof that there once had been life in that area.