Whatever it was, the object was too large for a bird, too slim for a boat, too streamlined for flotsam ... She pressed her face closer to the glass, fascinated and terrified at the same time ... My eyes could not block out the sight of the shapes, flopping, wading, barking as they inexorably massed in my direction ... the texture of their skins bore the suggestion of the final stages of gangrenous flesh ... The sound of battle clamoured through my...