There wasn't any dread in Riddick's brain. There was frustration, and annoyance, and anger. But dread? He'd faced a lot worse than random people trying to kill him. These guys didn't even have guns. Just normal, every-day people.

So he prowled around the ruins for most of the day and evening after the Cornucopia-- scorning the remains and the people trying to hoard them-- and finally came wandering out to investigate the forest well after sundown. That there happened to be that same walking turtle guy heading his way at the same time.

"So where're you goin'?" he asked without preamble.