Creatures, like giant silvery cockroaches, cockroaches the size of minivans, clustered on the shore.

It had to be an illusion. A trick. They were impossible. Like a nightmare out of some ancient science fiction movie.

Sam reached for the binoculars he’d found in a locked case on board. He raised them, focused.

“It’s Hunter’s bugs,” he said. He couldn’t keep the awe out of his voice. “But they’re huge.”

Plague, Chapter 30