"Good point. It just sometimes strikes me as odd when people who could almost pass as human don't try to blend in in order to survive instead of coming here and risking death." Zmerr shook his head to clear the images of people who had come here to flee the Chipped and died in the process. "I know I would if I looked human." Zmerr looked down at his hands. Three fingers and a thumb that ended in sharp, claw-like points. Black skin almost darker than the night sky. There was no way he'd ever have fit in with the humans. He looked back at the campers. "I might have room in one of the other buildings for all of you, but I am unfortunately out of blankets and pillows. Follow me." He began walking toward the bushy area and motioned for them to follow.