They’re terrifying. They’re stomach turning, they’re so disgusting. They’re deadly contagious. Some are just plain deadly.
But the one thing you always forget about monsters, zombies, woods-bound ax murderers, hell spawn, sewer creatures, and the like: They smell rank. We’re talking week-old-feces, roadkill skunks, B.O.-miasma, stomach-bile-in-the-sun rank.
Run, little ones. Run from the smell. Don’t trip on that puddle of…you know what—I’m not sure what that is.
Good luck fleeing while you’re trying to hold back stank tears from the taste of swallowing your own vomit.