Murder Drones - N's Beloved Human

(19) - Camp (INTERMISSION)

Really sorry you guys had to wait. also sorry if this feels like this ended on a cliffhanger, lack of motivation and time is usually a huge obstacle for me. This is only an intermission (again) for the next chapter. so, enjoy y'all

Continuation of Chapter 18

Narrator's POV

Marshal and his squad was sprinting away from something. Some would cradle their weapons while others would point their muzzle upwards, holding the firearm with one hand.

All of them were dressed in olive green tops and grey bottoms, with various plate carriers and headgear.

They spread out and hid behind trees and bushes. Their uniform and the pitch-black sky would help them blend in their surroundings.

They slowly raised their weapons. Marshal stayed with the fresh member of the group.

"Fighting Zulus was not what I signed up for.. I only came here to fight off the PoD and the RLF." The fresh operator said with a shaky sigh.

"Calm down James, this will be over soon. Just stick with me and you'll see the sun." Marshal looked at him and patted his back.

James nodded and aimed at the direction they were previously running from.

A prolonged silence filled the vast mountains.

Marshal looked to his left, his other buddies, and pointed to the direction they ran from.

They shrugged their shoulders as Marshal sighed and turned to direction he was previously facing, still aiming at it.

Marshal controlled his breathing to steady his stance.

James aimed his weapon down and looked around.

"Where the hell are they?" He asked.

Marshal shrugged as James sighed.

"Metal-4 this is Metal-3, you see anything? Over."

Marshal used his left hand to turn on his radio.

"Negative, everything's clear from here, over."

He let go of the radio and held the grip of his rifle.

"Copy that-"

The abrupt gunfire coming from the radio made James flinch.

"Holy sh-"

"Th-ey're all here!"

"There's a ho-de coming-"

"-to our direc-tion! We need assistance!"

Marshal turned his radio on again with his left hand, standing up.

"Copy, we're enroute to your position, out."

He raised his weapon, muzzle aiming upwards and he turned to his buddies, beckoning them to follow him.

James and the others stood up and started sprinting towards 'Metal-3's' position.

As they arrived, they spotted the horde. They crouched and hid themselves using the environment as cover to avoid being detected.

Marshal signalled the other two Operators to throw their frags at the horde.

"James, do you have your frag?" Marshal patted his back.

James nodded, trembling.

"Get it and throw it at the Zulus on 3."

They took their grenades from their pouches.

"1,
2,
3."

Marshal signalled the two Operators to throw their frags as James and Marshal pulled the pin and threw their grenade at the horde.