carefully bumping the now almost comatose drones out of the way and pushes through onto the crossroads. They seemed to be considering which direction to take. Left or right. Away to safety or deeper into the hornets’ nest.

Steve looks at the car confused as it turns towards the town, his attention alternating back and forth between it and the direction of the horde: What is wrong with these people?

He takes aim at the left headlight and fires a round and the driver of the car stops abruptly. The sudden explosion of glass catching his attention as expected.

Steve wonders how they’d take it. They didn’t know he was there or why the drones stopped attacking. All the events deciding if their lives