As One.

Silence. Insanity. A faint huff of breath. Cold. Movement. Kill. Hiss. Devour.

We awoke to the droning pulse of insanity, driven by the mindless urge to kill. Energy surging through our vitality, saliva escaping our jaw agape. Our eyes see nothing. Blindness. We are all blind.

Hivemind is our sensations, our perceptions, our thirst for blood and flesh, our power. It is the only thing we know.

We are one as a race, we are not individuals, we destroy, consume, devour; for us, and for the hivemind.

To war we go. Racing, driven by madness, blind fury. Rage. Must seek, must kill, must consume. Our bodies carry us to them. Scratching, snarling, hissing, we are ready.

Only the hivemind can show us the way.

Rushing past us, gulping bloody air. They are afraid, mindlessly afraid. We can taste their fear.

We sense one of them separate from their own. He is alone, fear is smothering him. Hivemind illuminates his fear. He is a glowing beacon, cowering behind a boulder with his machine. We do not doddle or tease him; he could escape. We lunge at him, crazed eyes and shaking bodies, and joyously slash into his meaty core. He gargles bloody saliva as we slough off limbs. He falls silent.

Flesh. Warm, juicy flesh. Crunching bones, stringy ligaments. Consume all. Leave nothing.

Consume. Devour. Grow.