They moved as one, row upon row of gleaming silver metal monsters, marching in perfect unison, each one identical to every other. Soulless, emotionless, but not mindless, they strode through the streets, more of them appearing from houses and blocks of flats to join the army, swelling its ranks.
Yesterday, even a few hours ago, they’d been ghosts, barely seen figures believed to be the souls of the dearly departed, returned to their families in some inexplicable way. Now everyone knew that was a lie.
Countless lives had already been taken, converted into more metal monsters.
This was an invasion.