I liked their faces the best, the puny little flaps of skin that, despite their size, could give away their fear with ease. I saw waves of these faces on the day we walked in. It was quite surprising really, how easy we got in. As soon as The Big One made a hole, we were able to get in and feast to our hearts content. And that's exactly what I did.
I've never understood why they try to escape. They always fail. Maybe it's just instinct. Either way, it doesn't help them. There was one that I distinctly remember running all through the streets trying to cling on to what little chance of life he had left. It was quite pathetic, really. I made his death especially painful.
What I really detest though are those pesky soldiers, with their speed and blades. They try to look tough, but most of them run away anyway. To be fair, some try to fight, but for some reason they all seem to end up the same way... stuck between my teeth.
