The chamber stayed quiet after the Devourer swallowed the man whole like he was a chocolate bar or something.
The survivors near the wall didn't even bother to react anymore after the screaming stopped. A few looked away. Most didn't even do that much.
One woman sat against the dirt wall with both arms wrapped around her knees while tears slid silently down her face. Beside her, a teenager stared blankly at the slime-covered floor like he had mentally checked out several days ago and simply forgot to take his body with him.
And yet, not a single person ran, and I think that was the part kept bothering me.
The zombies around the room had shifted most of their attention toward me the second I entered the chamber. There were gaps between them now. Openings. The tunnel behind me wasn't blocked anymore. If these people ran together, at least some of them probably would have made it back upstairs.
But not one person moved.
