The plague has a face, and it's a petty, hungry, leper one. They live underneath, in our homes' foundations, and they feed on what we waste. Few could stand by them without feeling nauseous and sick. Them, whose curse is been long forgotten, servants of Pestilence. Instinct: to infect.

• Spread the disease
• Ambush from the sludge
• Call on the gnawing swarm