Alten studied the man, eyes flicking, fingers nervously flicking at his own palm. He was looking for seams in the disguise, flaws in the flesh mask these monsters wore. Surely there had to be one. This was not reality, this was not how things were outside the dome, it couldn't be, he wouldn't accept it. The viral agents out here, the bacteria, the parasites, the simple bleak madness of a world gone dead, no normal man like this monster pretended to be could live out here. After a long moment, long enough for him to swallow hard and admit he could see no seam in the mask, he sighed. He just wanted a look at the beast, before they ate him. "What are you?" He whispered, almost conversationally but his voice shook with the fear and uncertainty of a dying man. His knee hurt, putting any pressure on his leg sent white fire up his spine. He knew he could not run, he simply wanted to know his killer before he died.