them they were able to almost slice an entire body in two with one movement. The momentum hardly even affected by the impact on bone.
Steve has to remind himself that this is a dream. He’d been revelling in the intensity of the battle, his mind intensely focused for the first time in days. One task to complete: Survive. But he knows also that this was impossible and, as if the dream generator had been signalled by the acceptance of his eventual fate, he suddenly finds himself on his knees with one of the drones on his back.
The teeth pierce through the skin and sink deep into the muscle on his neck. They went in easier than he’d imagined. He’d been bitten in fights before but whatever drove these people to such depths of insanity almost