Quagmire silently tailed what is left of a platoon of ghouls, from numbering of more than fifty that is almost a hundred. That is now reduced to a mere few numbers of about six ghouls. He would have loved if he was able to kill some more, but alas, he needs to them to be alive, so that he would be able to see what their base was, due to fascination and intrigue, but also just so he knows.
With quick, precise, and firm footsteps, he was able to stay silent without the remaining ghouls knowing or understanding that they were being followed. Moments passed by, and from minutes turned into hours of relentless pursuit.
It did not take long before he reached what looked like a ruined fortress. Confused and intrigued, he carefully observed the movements of the ghouls. They arrived at the ruined gate and were greeted by a few ghouls who were guarding it. They made some strange hand movements, and their lips opened and closed, meaning they talked.
