It was everything and everyone we left behind, broken apart and bound together with the same grey sinewy flesh that we'd been finding in our food for months. All those mournful eyes searching for us while we cowered in any dark hole we could find and all those twisted little hands touching anything we hadn't managed to bury with reverence and hatred.
Every now and then it would rear back and countless fragmented faces would sniff the air, its entire form jolting this way and that like it had taken their minds as well as their bodies and none of them could quite decide what they wanted to do.
The end of each encounter was always one of two things - it would either find someone and add them to itself piece-by-piece or it would slowly follow whichever other scent it picked up in the wind, each and every face scowling and writhing in place.
Every now and then it would rear back and countless fragmented faces would sniff the air, its entire form jolting this way and that like it had taken their minds as well as their bodies and none of them could quite decide what they wanted to do.
The end of each encounter was always one of two things - it would either find someone and add them to itself piece-by-piece or it would slowly follow whichever other scent it picked up in the wind, each and every face scowling and writhing in place.
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