Don and K-4 watched the horde surge upward with horrifying speed.
The horde crashed upward in waves, fingers punching into concrete, feet scraping against glass and exposed steel as they forced themselves higher without care for what broke beneath them.
Some slammed directly into walls hard enough to crack bone, then kept moving anyway. Others used the bodies below them as footholds, stepping on shoulders, heads, backs—anything that gave elevation.
One lost its grip entirely.
It fell three stories.
And before it even hit the street, another landed on top of it and kept climbing.
The ones inside the horde carrying abilities stood out immediately.
One scaled vertically with all four limbs moving unnaturally fast, head twitching in violent jerks while it overtook dozens beneath it.
Another leaped from one balcony to another with enough force to bend railings inward on contact.
