Large, hundred-legged insects tunnel out from frozen soil around you. In groups of a dozen or more they swarm, each one a meter long, tipped with finger-sized mandibles on their head and pincers double that on their tail end. Their multitude of legs hurries them along the earth, allowing them to cling even to a vertical rock surface, gliding across it like serpents on water. The carapace covering their bodies is glimmering black and brown, tipped with white frost on the edge of each chitin plate. There is nothing they want more than to than find a warm body to consume. Instinct: to seek warm flesh

• Crawl into a tight place (Knapsack, armor, etc.)
• Infect something with frost-rot