[Gallagher]

Odd that the minnow-somethings would so easily move on, considering the countless bodies they left behind them. Odd, but interesting. Much better than food. There was no question that he would follow, at least for a time.

Where they ended up next, however, nearly made him question that choice. Dirt. Stone. Silence, beyond the minnow mutterings. No signs of movement anywhere, even after the somethings took to their digging. Nothing.

Until there was.

Everywhere.

The somethings took to action as quickly as life rippled through the bleak land. Different from the minnows and the young before, these things weren't about to ask pointless questions or speak to the skies. No. They were there to kill and feed. Hardly worth his time.

He only watched the unfolding war for a moment before he turned, looking for the entrance that wasn't there, then turned again, to find where it had gone this time.