Standing at over twenty feet tall, the monstrosity was a horrifying fusion of muscle, bone, and living armor. Its torso was heavily mutated, with exposed tendons and fleshy tubes pulsing with some unknown energy.
One arm had been entirely warped into a biological shield, a massive, grotesque slab of hardened chitin and layered tissue, capable of withstanding missile impacts without so much as a dent.
Its other arm, elongated and razor-sharp, twitched with a terrifying amount of muscular density, likely capable of slicing through armored vehicles with ease.
Its head was barely recognizable as human, twisted into an elongated, fang-filled maw, devoid of eyes—but it could sense them.
Then it did something they didn't expect.
It turned its head toward the MOA defensive line.
It was aware.
Thomas narrowed his eyes.
"This isn't just a zombie," he muttered. "This is something else."