Soon, an ugly bipedal creature about two meters tall emerged.
It was thin, had digitigrade legs, a smooth faceplate with no eyes, sharp frontal claws like a mantis, and a head shaped like a wedge sensor.
It was like one of those walking mannequins with a thin body carved from ugly dark-colored porcelain, except there was nothing fragile about its skin.
"It's really an insectoid scout," she said, body tense. Although they easily could handle a scout back then, it was different in their current state.
One had to remember that, in the beginning of the apocalypse, even the weakest of these beasts were difficult to defeat, even after they were barraged with guns. For a while, humans were helpless against these alien creatures and could only focus on hiding and defending their lives.
And even then, battling an alien could be a case of killing the enemy with a thousand, but damaging oneself with eight hundred.
