They were hanging from the ceilings, running up the walls and spread throughout the platform. I was one of the first people out. My bolt rifle kicked back into my shoulder every half a half beat. It was the perfect weapon for this situation. The force of the bolt impact was knocking the creatures off their feet and out of our way, but the bolts destructive power was also an added bonus. It was drilling through my targets with devastating results. Once it destroyed one body the bolt would continue to fly on. The monsters were bunched up so much that each bolt was taking out six or seven of the fuckers. Of course, they were not dying. These things didn’t die that easily. The three to four seconds it took for the monsters to recover was long enough for us to sprint by. Rose was supporting Clay, as Fiona practically dragged Robbie. Lena, Jane and Saul were sticking close to Iaso, as the blue skinned alien danced a hypnotic dance with her twin swords. Heads, legs, arms and torsos were being sliced apart by this incredible woman.
