The world fell in the span of twenty-four hours. We could do nothing against them. The United Nations peacekeeping forces were decimated, the nuclear weapons useless. The world is practically radioactive at this point, and they still survive.
They survive because they evolve.
We made them. We accelerated their cells' ability to replicate and mutate. The weakest cells die, the strong survive. The men in black suits told us it was for a good cause. That the end of war was at hand. Eternal peace. A new era of civilization.
How wrong we were.
They are, quite literally, super-human. Their muscles are self-healing, regenerating, constantly evolving into a higher state. They can break down walls with a single kick, hack into the global security system with a TV remote, run faster than a cheetah. They're taller, stronger, faster, smarter.
They are the new species. We are the old. They're the Homo Superior.
What can we do?
Even our bullets are simply absorbed, bounce off their carbon-nanotube-reinforced chests. Our radiation is ABSORBED into their skin and POWER them. Fire is only a fuel for them. Every time we attack, they evolve further.
They are coming for us. Their creators. Their tormentors.
They are coming.