This towering skinwalker, queen of the desert, had sent her child out to survey for a suitable human host, wanting her child to infiltrate the city and pave a way for the rest of them to take over human bodies, but her child never returned. Nor those sent alongside it.
So the queen came herself. She arrived at the city, expecting a job well done, but instead, she found their carcasses.
The queen dragged her child's carcass away and extracted its memory and found out its child was killed by a human girl. A mere human girl.
Furious, the queen rallied her kind for vengeance. And to look for that human girl.
And here they were, in masses.
The commander ran, boots slamming against pavement, breath tearing out of his lungs as survival instinct drowned out every shred of authority he once had.
Behind him, screams, shouts, and erratic gunshots followed.
The queen waved incoming bullets with a clawed hand.
It missed some, got some.
Clunk.
Clunk.
Clunk.
They fell on pavement.
