Desolate The Complete Trilogy

11



It waited a long time to make sure the strange ones were finally gone. After years of sleep, the lights and noises stirred it. It slowly uncurled beneath the pile of debris and left the corner of the room. It moved slowly on unsteady legs, stiff and sore from the long hibernation.

It slowly crept to the open door and peered out into the dark tunnel, sniffing the cold air. Such strange smells. Smells of flesh. Sleep had made it weak, but soon it would find strength again. Soon it would be time to hunt.