Keegan went over to the spared humans who were on their knees with their hands behind their heads. Simply because they were allowed to live didn't mean they were in a better shape. They had cuts and bruises all over their faces and bodies.
"Who is your leader?" He crouched in front of the first man and asked.
They'd made sure to kill those who seemed 'ordinary' enough, and leave out the ones with the tendency of being in charge.
The average - aged man hesitated, grounding his teeth. His rebellion was quickly doused by a surge of pain as Keegan's claws sank into his gut.
He threw back his head and groaned in pains.
"You better make use of those teeth and start talking. My patience wears thin as a cobweb," Keegan leaned closer, his breath hot and fetid against the man's ear.
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