The two men were casually sitting atop the corpse of the Ro'trah's queen.
While the merciless swarm had eaten the corpses of the fallen Generals, they had left the corpse of their own queen intact.
Ironically, the creatures capable of devouring everything in sight wouldn't touch their own kin, even when on the verge of starvation.
It was certainly weird, considering that the other alien races didn't have much problem with eating their brethren.
"The scary cats left their shelter!" Richard exclaimed, proud that he had been able to withstand the onslaught of the hive until the very end.
"Were you two out the entire time?" Claire mumbled in amazement, seeing how badly they were injured.
"Pretty much." Michael shrugged before elaborating.
"With the queen dead, the hive is left directionless. The smaller creatures are mindless on their own, often running wild and feeding without purpose. As long as you stay calm when they start attacking, they'll lose interest and move on."
