Chapitre 75: Chapter 6: The Return of the Biker Gang

The low, guttural growl of the mutant echoed through the narrow streets of Reddington, sending a shiver down George's spine. The air was thick with the stench of decay, a combination of rotting buildings, old garbage, and something far more unsettling, the sickly, acrid scent of the mutants. As the towering creature lumbered closer, George's pulse quickened. He had faced monsters before, but these... these were different.

This mutant was grotesque, its skin pale and translucent, stretched thin over bulging veins and rippling muscles. It stood well over eight feet tall, its long arms dragging the ground, ending in twisted, clawed fingers that looked capable of ripping through steel. Its face was almost human, except for the glowing, bluish eyes set deep into its malformed skull. Rows of jagged teeth protruded from a wide, slack jaw, dripping with a foul-smelling saliva that hissed as it hit the ground.