The ground trembled as the herd moved through town, anybody who was able to leave had already done so and the rest of us were left to die. But we lived. Each and every time those creatures migrated back around to us, we were ditched and expected to be found in maggot-strewn piles and every time they looked so surprised to see us.
The herd may be mostly unviewable, what with them not fully beings of this dimension and not being able to fully immerse themselves in this dimension, though the little of them that we could see was sort of human. Vaguely at least. They were bipedal with thick chitin-covered skin and limbs with joints too complex for our eyes to properly process.
To everyone else they're storybook monsters come to life. To us they're just hungry tourists who are more than happy to let us live if we tell them where to find a bigger group of people. We might not tell the people this and we might not tell the herd how well armed they are but both let us live at the end of it all so I guess we're doing something right.
The herd may be mostly unviewable, what with them not fully beings of this dimension and not being able to fully immerse themselves in this dimension, though the little of them that we could see was sort of human. Vaguely at least. They were bipedal with thick chitin-covered skin and limbs with joints too complex for our eyes to properly process.
To everyone else they're storybook monsters come to life. To us they're just hungry tourists who are more than happy to let us live if we tell them where to find a bigger group of people. We might not tell the people this and we might not tell the herd how well armed they are but both let us live at the end of it all so I guess we're doing something right.
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