They were all on one knee, rifles pointed, at the ready. It was coming, through the rustling brush. In the distance the smoke from the crash site and the farmhouse drifted lazily across the landscape.
“Hold your fire until I give the order. Wait for a clear shot.”
It lumbered into the open, ten feet of alien horror hunched over to six, eyes darting around, nervous. The little boy walked unconcerned behind it.
“The kid’s alive.”
“Safeties on. Hold fire. Everybody stay cool…”
The thing stopped, then motioned for the boy to walk on alone.
“I do not believe it.”