As the silhouette of a figure steadily came into view, and their appearance lost its black blobbiness and gained proper details instead, the group steadily slowed their pace until they were fully stopped a few metres away from the figure.
Taking in the details of this figure informed them that while their assumptions weren't wrong, the weren't entirely right either.
At the very least, this was no ant. The severe lack of an exoskeletal carapace and any antennae was a dead give away for that. Unfortunately however, the figure did seem to be human. Or at least, they had been human at some point.
Standing before them was a living corpse, or what appeared to be one. The corpse of a middle aged man, by the looks of it. It had waxy, greying skin that hung loosely from its bones, as if it had been stretched out and then left to flap in the wind.
