"He strained his ears, and the darkness felt heavier than before. Oppressive.'We're hungry. That came from behind him.'They smell tasty, a voice to his left hissed.'I don't like this, Andrew said, feeling like the world around them was spinning with voices, taunting, echoing them.'I don't like this, a voice parroted. 'I don't like this. I don't like this. I don't like this."