The Swarm was almost upon them, the fresh meat. Their collective hunger only intensified with the addition of a third victim, oh how their agony would fill them. However as they came closer they smelled him, the Grey One. His stink permeated the flimsy hut the meals had entered, filling the meat with his stench. Giving a screech of a meal denied, the Swarm left. Let the Gray One have his fun, he would leave the bodies eventually. But for now his stench was too much to bare for the Swarm, so they moved on. As they scoured the town for meat, they found one that had fallen. His blood was still fresh and while not as satisfying as devouring it alive, meat was meat. They tore into the body, tearing up a book that the man had in his hand. Something about a cross.
Soon after the body was gone, and they were full. Until they caught the smell of living meat, which brought their hunger back full force. With sharp shriek they advanced upon the building, clawing away boards and slithering through windows as they traveled through the walls. By the smell alone they could tell that there was at least two meats in the building, that would be enough agony and flesh to sate them for a day. As the Swarm scoured the building for their prize, the sound of their hunger entered the minds of the two in an effort to locate them.