Things weren't dying around the ghost city, because there were so few creatures left to die.

The creature had left the cabin now, and was walking slowly into the trees.

When the fell creatures finally left, the angel was not dead.

When this forced feeding was over, the creature left me.

For some reason, the creatures always leave it alone.

But my fellow creatures had closed in and left me no room.

The one creature left who loved her was the faithful little friend whom she must never see again.

Then the creature demonstrated how to work the lights, and left her.

Nor could he even be certain that more than one creature had left its signature there.

Immediately the one creature, and no other, left the ship.