They were many hundreds. Maybe thousands. Mostly pressed against each other, they shuffled forward. Larry was glad to be centered in the middle of the mass. He would freely admit he was a follower. He knew most of those around him were natural followers.
You don’t have to think to follow. You just do.
They were in dangerous country. A sheer cliff might suddenly appear underneath you at any turn.
From someplace in front, a voice called out: “Come on lemmings! Let’s go!”
When the mass of bodies surged in front of him, Larry followed.