"Why are you alive? You! You ssshould all be corpsssesss! All of you sssshould be corpssssess!" There was so much debris. Fires too. It should all be pickings but there were walking and talking wounded. It would not be the easy pickings she expected from such a hard landing. It was very disappointing. Every other soul on her little spaceship had died when she slammed it into the ground. Why were there so many survivors here?<br/><br/>The stranger mentioned that the people were still attached to their flesh. The rat took him literally."Of courssse the ssskin isss ssstill attached! Nobody hasss taken it!"<br/><br/>The others gathered by now. The one who looked most familiar to her in terms of a normal appearance was a charcoal gray skinned man with a face mask, horns, and a feather-covered headdress. There was also a pale man who looked completely useless. With muscles like that, how could he possibly fit into a narrow tunnel? He'd die soon for sure! A man from the ship was followed closely in toe by a woman displaying breasts as if there were nearby hungry infants. They looked like the type that could afford a lot of gear. She kept an eye on them. Finally there was a young woman with blue-gray hair who had markings on her like the marks on that thing that musician carried before he was gutted in the frozen wastes.<br/><br/>The stranger encouraged the rat to take the skin now. She hesitated. "No pack. No pack ssso ssskin is danger. But Donna can get sssomething elssse!"<br/><br/>The creature moved in and attempted to pick the thing over the last one's ears. Her ears were covered of course. It wasn't like she'd hear her moving so sneakily! It was a plan flawless in its logic!