than flesh and his blade cares little for the effects of the plague on their muscle and bone.

He aims high with both weapons, hoping to either reduce the height of each drone by about 8 inches or discourage their ambitions to bite him using what he liked to call “a cranial lead implant”. Behaviour modification therapy was another term one of the other agents in the agency used. Regardless of the inside joke, the effect was the same. Increased body count.

Severed limbs and broken bodies litter the ground but there seems to be an endless conveyor belt of chomping teeth and scratching nails flowing forward as fodder to consume his efforts. The attackers behind him stand there as if on guard to prevent an escape. They could easily attack his rear and