"What tall building??? Oh, Kratys!!!" Ghorlo runs after the ground, using his hearing and touch to find his way through the dead landscape after the horses. Dead it is. No birds other than crows live here, no plants are able to survive, no insects, no rats, nothing... It's like the life has been sucked out of this place, and Dead himself rules the ground and the air now... For a second, Ghorlo is able to make out a very slight scratching sound to his left. It is gone as quickly as it arrived. Not wanting to scare the others, he runs on, keeping his ears and nose opened to detect any threats...