As the night grew darker and colder, as did the base. It seemed that everyone had retreated to their room.

Not wanting to be attacked by Hungry, obviously. He normally stayed in his lab all day, eating raw meats and such.

But night was a different story, he used the quiet time to hunt, to tear into the flesh of his teammates. A good time for him to soothe the ache in his teeth and gut.

But for his team? Screams were practically heard every night from some unlucky loser who accidentally stayed out too long.

Hungry walked down the halls of the base with a calm air around him, his boots barely made noise as they collided with the floor.

He was hunting, hoping to find some food tonight. And lucky for him. You and scout were currently in the kitchen eating leftovers.

“Ok. So.” Scout smacked his lips as he ate, clearing his throat slightly. “If you could listen ta’ one song foreva’.” He swallowed his bite. “Whic’ one.”