They came in waves. They would, they were made of water. A sloshing, spraying army of liquid leviathans, the creatures from the deep dragged and crawled, slid and skidded, their way onto the shore. We were waiting.
Like the rest of the population, I'd placed my trust in our esteemed leader for the last ten years even though he'd said or done little to warrant it. This was his time to shine.
"Turn the hose on them, lads!" he bellowed.
I just shook my head.