Survival was all they knew. It had been hell. Those left in the Duke's Tower knew they couldn't last for much longer.
They were all so emaciated, so slowed down by the poison that, even though they could look out the windows of the Duke's Tower and see a camp forming as all the knights in the kingdom banded together to battle these monsters, there was nothing they could do to reach them.
How miserable it was to know that help was just outside of your reach. But they were too weak to yell, unable to run out of there themselves and not get slashed down by the monsters who had taken over the tower before.
They knew the monsters were different than before. The way they communicated with one another was perhaps one of the most alarming parts about them. If the people went down to the second level, they could hear the clicks of goblins talking to one another as if they knew what they were saying.
