Lachlan let out a low whistle as he stood shoulder-to-shoulder with the others at the front window.
"Missed one," he murmured, tapping a knuckle lightly against the glass as the movement across the street caught his eye.
The upper window of a two-story house shuddered once before a sheet-wrapped shape rolled through it.
The body scraped down the siding in awkward, spasmodic motions, hit the porch roof with a bounce, and slid down the remaining steps in a graceless heap that left flakes of rotted paint drifting in its wake.
Alexei didn't shift his posture, but his attention followed every jerk of the creature's limbs. "Second one this morning," he said. "I wonder if the patrols are just that stupid for missing so many or if they are getting sloppy."
Zubair folded his arms as the crawler hooked its fingers into the rotted wood, dragging itself forward inch by inch. "End of shift. They always rush the last houses, and this is what they get."
