I distracted myself by slowly opening my weary eyes. The world was darker now, cooler too. There was just enough light to make out the dark, lumpy shadows that littered the barren desert around me. Lifeless bodies were strewn carelessly across an impromptu graveyard. Foolish children, following me to their ruin. There would be no graves for my people, no tombstone to mark the passing of our race. The cold, dry dust from whence we came shall claim us, once and for all.