that he is only one stop away from the stadium at this stage.
Carefully taking single steps he pauses between each one to listen intently for signs of movement. The drones were trouble, but you usually got plenty of warning when they were close. It was the humans you had to worry about more. Groups of survivors had taken to looting and mugging people between waves of swarms as they ran their laps of the city. Weapons were a priority, even more valuable that food, and he was hyper aware of the fact that simply just carrying a rifle made him a prime target. He wouldn’t be taking any chances though, or granting anyone any.
He’d discussed it with his father privately, civilians were a legitimate target if they became a direct threat. There were no