The villagers devoured the slime with manic desperation, their gaunt fingers clawing over each other, shoving and trampling as they fought for every last drop. Those who had been hiding before surged forward like a starving horde, their eyes wild with the same frenzied hunger that dictated their entire existence.
"GET OFF! IT'S MY TURN!" one of them shrieked, lashing out and knocking another to the ground.
More fought and ripped at each other, grabbing them by their clothes or hair to get more food.
The well was too small to sustain all of them at once. Though there were only thirty or so villagers, their sheer desperation turned the feeding into a brutal struggle.
