The strange man moves forward, his eyes locked on mine.
There are others with him. Several others. They're all as wild-looking as he is, and they're looking around the room with curiosity. Blood drips off them, and the strange ichor from the ant-like monsters. Several have scars on their faces. None of them seem to be properly dressed from the cold, wearing what would look appropriate for—I don't know. A fantasy movie, maybe.
My skin crawls, even as my eyes are drawn back to the man who saved us. The one walking slowly toward me.
"Lauren!" Marian shrieks. This man for some reason scares her even more than the monsters littering our floor. Maybe it's because the idea of a humanoid monster is even worse than seeing ones resembling insects and strange animals. "Do something! Throw something at him!"
My body seems to move without my knowledge; I reach for something, even as all three of them huddle behind me. Like I'm their human shield.
