taking whatever he had in his mouth with him, and spits it out onto the ground. Mark grabs the wound, blood streams and squirts profusely from the now massive gaping hole in his neck.
The drones stop and look on in a panic as Mark stumbles and convulses. Falling to his knees, coughing and gasping for air, his free hand vibrating in the air as he attempts to instruct the drones to attack. Only the sounds of rain can be heard now as it dilutes the blood running freely onto the rooftop and flows into a gutter.
The drones stand watching but begin to react slightly as Mark slowly climbs to his feet again. His legs are shaking but he grits his teeth and blinks his eyes to regain his balance. Looking up to find Steve his eyes open fully in shock as the thick black