One second they still had their human faces, but the next, those faces had dried up and turned into skulls.
In a daze, Otis and his fellows noticed all those skeletons start to walk up to them.
As those skeletons walked, they whispered.
"Look at that one. His skin looks so soft and tender. He must taste delicious!"
"I don't like to eat tender flesh. I want those older people. Their skin would be chewier!"
"Which part should we eat first? Their feet, the sole of their feet, their ankles, calves, knees, thighs, penises..."
Hearing this, Otis' fellows thought, no!
I can't be eaten alive!
There is only one thing to do now, which is to run!
Then all of them began to run frenziedly, retracing their steps in here.
Otis wanted to escape as well.
But he couldn't.
He felt that someone had grabbed his ankle.
Then he looked at the ground!
Immediately, his eyes were bloodshot.