And then, cut to the fighting! There are apparently a lot of smoke machines filling the streets in this post-apocalyptic world. It's like being at an Aerosmith concert. We see one Mr. Noah Wyle, looking scruffy and sprinting down an alley with a big weapon of some sort. Oldest son Hal is with him and another dude is siphoning gas out of a car. Then Tom yells to someone named Ryan to stay down, because Mechs are in the area, but Ryan is too slow and he gets shot up by what appears to be a giant laser pointer. Dead! Tom and Hal grab some canned goods that are conveniently already in a wheelbarrow and then run through the wet streets, dodging overturned cars and dead bodies. And then a laser almost gets them! They scramble out of the way in time, but the food is pretty much blown up. All that Chef Boyardee, gone to waste! Tom tells Hal to leave it, then grabs a little can of tuna or cat food and they start running again. Another car blows up and catches on fire, which is something you should probably prepare to see a lot of in this show. Tom and Hal make it back to a barricade of cars, behind which are several other dudes with guns who shoot at the Mech (which we haven't yet seen). Then the Mech blows up their barricade and some more people are probably toast. Tom and Hal manage to hide under a table or something and have the perfect vantage point to see another dude get lasered.

And then! We get our first glimpse of the Skitters, who appear to have six legs, long arms with three fingers, heads in the shape of a bike helmet and lizardy skin. They look kind of like the Alien from Alien, but I think that about all aliens. Wow, that was, like, the most poetic sentence I have ever written for this site. In that same vein, I shall take this moment to note that my Aunt Millie -- and really most of my relatives on my dad's side of the family -- commonly used the term "skitters" to refer to diarrhea. So every time I hear something like, "The Skitters can't win!" I die a little bit with delight. The Skitters are, in fact, the color of a really explosive case of the shits. I know it's just not my weird Slovakian family who says this either, because my friend Mary confirmed that her Irish parents also used the term. And now I want you to say aloud, "I feel a powerful case of the Skitters coming on," in the accent of the Lucky Charms guy and then laugh for like twelve minutes. It gets me every time! Anyway, three Skitters gather around the body of the dude they've just killed and thankfully we cut away before we can see whatever degenerate alien thing they're going to do with it.