To his astonishment, they ran right past him.
Ignoring the platform entirely, as if he didn't exist.
They barreled toward the village.
Within minutes, the sound of clashes rang out.
Roars.
Howls.
The sound of bodies slamming into earth and stone.
Timothy blinked, stunned, machete still at the ready.
He watched more and more creatures spawn from the puddles.
Infinite, it seemed.
They kept charging the village, wave after wave.
Not one attacked him.
Even later, when he stepped down from the platform to test their awareness of his presence, not a single creature turned his way.
He remained alert the entire night.
But they never came for him.
There was no interaction between him and the water-spawned creatures.
In many ways, they resembled automated zombies, mindless, goal-oriented, devoid of recognition.
Timothy was tempted, more than once, to provoke them… maybe test if they'd notice him.
But with their sheer numbers, his confidence waned.
