The crabs dug their pincers into its body and broke chunks of its body, they then jostled among each other to put it in their mouths.
The crabs, driven by a primal hunger, swarmed over the fish's remains. Their pincers dug deep into the flesh, tearing away chunks of meat like savage, scavenging beasts.
They then jostled over the chunks. Haze knew it was a matter of time before it turned into a full on squabble between them.
Haze tried not to draw any attention to himself as he walked past but the crabs, their primal instincts stirred by the scent of a potential meal, turned their attention towards him, their eyes, cold and calculating, fixing upon the lone human.
Their mandibles twitched and clicked, their posture shifting from scavenger to predator. The way they eyed him was a stark reminder that in this place, to them, he was not the apex of the food chain, but a potential source of food.
