On day 155, a small figure appears in the distance. It looks like a child, with gold hair that curls at the edges and wide purple eyes and a smile that stretches to its ears and never goes away. It toddles and trips and rolls and crawls in a way that would be cute if it wasn't too fast and too fixated on the group, hands always reaching out as if it wants to be picked up.

It will pursue until it either catches someone or can no longer reach the group.