She had followed. The warmth that was no longer warmth, the being that had become like her, she had followed. Somewhere there was the half-coherent thought that this was the one that had caused the pain, the holes that were now in her. But there was no thought of revenge or retribution. She could not hold onto an idea for that long.
But she followed, having lost the scent of the warmth, having nothing better to do. There had to be something else out there, she was just uncertain as to what it might be. Flickers of memory surfaced now and then, little bubbles of reminicence of a life that made no sense now. People. Laughter. Comfort. Things that she could no longer put into context.
So she followed. The tall one did not walk well, but neither could she any longer. There was a hole in her hip to match the one in her shoulder, and neither body part functioned as it should. She fell behind a bit, but she could still see the tall one ahead of her. Then the tall one stopped.
For a moment, she, too, paused. There was some instinct that told her that if it caused the tall one to stop, it was something large. But she could not stop completely, something was drawing her in, and soon she approached the spot where the tall one stood. What had made her stop was very large. It was others. Like them.
Family.
The word made no sense to her, but it was there in her brain. Ignoring that, ignoring the tall one, ignoring the hole in her hip, she moved forward to join the others. She needed to.