A tenuous alliance amongst prey. I have dubbed the monstrosity as Seeker, for it sought me out rather than attacking, as I could only presume to be the nature of anything living in the shadows of this now dead civilization. I've come to the conclusion that this beast--no, Seeker--is, in some manner, injured. Despite this, I find no physical wound present in its bizarre anatomy, yet it still hobbles as if plagued by some illness that goes beyond the physical. I can only theorize that this festering wound lies within the mental state of this Seeker, which is, perhaps, why it sought me out. I intend to continue my observations upon the beast as we continue forward, through the ruins.