It stood seven feet tall, its skin stretched tight over corded muscle, eyes clouded white. It didn't moan. It hissed.
He pulled his phone from a tactical pouch. It was a miracle it still worked, powered by a folding solar kit on his pack. He didn't use it for calls—there was no one left to answer—but for a modified app he’d scavenged from a developer's corpse in the early days. It wasn't a game anymore; it was a proximity sensor. It stood seven feet tall, its skin stretched
The screen flickered, showing a top-down grid of his surroundings. A red dot pulsed 50 yards behind him. "Too close," he whispered. It stood seven feet tall