before. They look aimless though as the entire population of the town is now either one of them or completely dead.
Their conquest was now complete, and the monotony of everyday life began to set in as their mission slowly became a nine to five.
They seem slower now too as days of running and a lack of sleep wears their bodies down. Totally exhausted, some stand or lie against walls in little clusters of two or three. Grouped together as they wait to completely run out of fuel, their bodies completely devoid of fat, which leaves them resembling half naked skeletons, they just stand there in a trance.
They would be drooling if only they weren’t dehydrated to the point of death, and now the damp, deep smell of unwashed