Epilogue
The creature watched from the high branches. As the craft retreated into the sky, and that burning light fled, it emerged, focusing on the aftermath.
It sensed the burning from below, and knew what blood remaining in its fallen brethren would be rank now, and that there was no reason to feast on the fallen. Others would be, it knew, but there would always be the scavengers and the desperate.
It sniffed, drawing in the scent of the ones that had got away. Two had been infected, and that was good. But they had been taken, and in a craft. That meant they travelled far.
It reached out, and the trail of the craft hung in the air, despite the downpour. It turned, facing the way the craft had gone.
The infected, and the others, had run because they were frightened. But they had been
