"It's some freaky shit that I ain't got a weapon to fight," Erik surmises, so, no, he doesn't know either, but they're on their feet and they're moving so he's going to take it as a win. He's keeping an eye out for discarded weaponry or, barring that, sharp and heavy sticks he can use in order to hack at what's chasing them.

At least he's not baseline human, but he does feel...like an edge to what he can do, a limit that he wasn't aware of before, and isn't that great?

"Maybe we put enough distance between us and them and they leave us the fuck alone."