GET UP!
Some called them Larvae; some called them maggots.
White, squishy, little shits. Tens of thousands.
"Thought you said there weren't any living things here," Al managed.
In front of him was a field of white. Maggots. Just pure maggots on the ground. Nothing else. No flesh, no trees, heck, not even a smell. Just maggots. They weren't doing anything other than just moving a bit at random?
"There weren't," the old man said. "But if these things are here…" he sighed.
"Means the boss might be near," Sabes readied his axe.
Joel struck a fighting pose. He didn't use any weapons. Al on the other hand, held his sword tight. He wasn't sure what sort of boss these guys were referring to and he wasn't keen on finding out either.
"No, no," the old man said. "Let's just quickly cross. Given how small they are, the boss is still ways off. We're fine for now."