The Swarm smelled flesh. They crawled through the carnival grounds, drawn by the mass of meat that was hung about the big circle. It wasn't to hard to get to, just slithered around the poles that made up the circle and entering the seats that held the meat. It wasn't as satisfying as moving meat, as this meat was old and it stunk of the grey one. The Swarm had learned to ignore the Grey One, whatever it was it definitely wasn't meat or anything slightly appetizing. Plus it couldn't hurt the Swarm. As the Swarm dug into the meat, new sounds caught their attention. Slowly they turned their heads towards the sounds of meat. Living meat. Looking at the corpses, then the new meat, then to the corpses again. The Swarm began to head towards the new meat, hunger in their eyes.