There are no other signs of approaching swarms, no stampedes of hungry mouths charging forward for an easy meal. Just these two small groups of about ten each with very obvious alphas. Much easier to deal with than the ones from last night. The type he preferred, if you could use that word.

As they beat the glass and panels of the car trying to get at the car’s inhabitants, he quickly picks off the group leaders with silenced rounds and the drones end their attack. The car stands idle too while the people inside sit in shock, looking over the heavily dented bonnet and cracked windows at the strangely docile drones standing in the street all around them.

Steve: Move you idiots!

The car slowly inches forward