The last one...

It had been labouriously crawling from the charred tower, too weak to eve stand... They had given up and locked themselves up, but it would not falter. As weak as it was it would still be strong enough to feed and now, without them to impede it... There are no limits to what it can do. It hears a familiar voice deep within itself. They aren't entirely gone. Not yet. But it can't wait or it will lose it's power. Faster.. faster... towards the souplady's house...