into a sprint as best he can, continuing in the direction of the next town. The island the objective, the Jet Ski their vehicle of escape. Hopefully Mark’s drones hadn’t found it, it was their last and only way out of here. He was light on ammo and badly hurt. The last thing he needed right now was to come up against another swarm and his mind searches for options, searching for strategies to survive.

But he only had one option right now. Run!

The forest all around their position teems with life, a giant swarm moving towards them that from above looks like an entire colony of ants descending on a meal. Columns marching in formation, five drones wide and hundreds long, pouring in from multiple directions.