Splat.
The noise of soft explosions woke Hex up from his sleep. Despite the exhaustion, Hex turned battle-ready in a fraction of a second.
'It's still dark.'
Through the opening, he peered outside. The soft glow of the half-full moon didn't remove the darkness but provided enough light to have some visibility.
Splat.
There it was again. The noise that rose him from his sleep. Hex turned his gaze toward the source.
Black vapor rose from the corpse of the Disaster. Hex frowned. After surveying the surroundings, he exited the dome. Despite not sensing anything nearby, he remained cautious. The memory of the Calamity didn't fade so quickly.
He crouched, ready to move, and moved slowly toward the corpse.
Splat.
This time he saw it clearly. It was the sound of flesh cooking and the blood splattering. At such a short distance he felt the heat coming from the corpse.
