Along in the room, I walked nearly in a daze towards the laboratory benches. They’d been silent—completely silent. It’s funny, you know, how in the movies the monsters all make a bunch of noise, let you know they’re coming. Growls for beasts, groans for zombies, or bad Romanian accents for vampires. Not these guys; not only can they not speak, they can’t vocalize at all. It’s the biggest way we differentiate them from humans. Instead of appearing to understand, they give you a quizzical look and then smash you hard upon the head and dig their unclipped fingernails into you.
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