Suzie followed him in silence, as the room (if you could call it that) opened out, what she had smelt was confirmed (as if it needed to be- nothing gave off quite the same aroma as a Weevil.)
Sitting on its haunches, but clearly too sedated to move out of the glare from the single light bulb, crouched a Weevil. As they moved closer it moved its head sluggishly as if trying to work out where they were, then tipped its head back and made a stuttering wail that echoed mournfully around them.