Doorways...
It was irony that the eldest Magog is sitting at a broken, plaster-dusted kitchen table in the little row home that was decided as the drop point. His fellows--younger siblings, if they could be called that--are prowling around watching out the windows.
They needed to make sure the dead meatbag didn't just bring an attack party.
If he did, a scout was going to run to the hive and inform them, so they could prepare for the slaughter.
If not, then there were going to be some tender flesh and equally tender young to eat soon.
They needed to make sure the dead meatbag didn't just bring an attack party.
If he did, a scout was going to run to the hive and inform them, so they could prepare for the slaughter.
If not, then there were going to be some tender flesh and equally tender young to eat soon.