Murder Drones: Born from ashes

Chapter 20 : The Final March of Vivian

J swam through her swarm of slaves, they ran towards barking and howling, tracing the sound until they found themselves in one of the living quarters. V deftly pranced across the heads of the bomber drones, her eyes lit with glee seeing what the crowd was enraptured by.

There was a bomber drone, he wore a holey sweater that reeked of detergents and cleaning chemicals. His body was marked in burns and dents that the water could not wash away. He held his hands up towards one of her's, it crouched on all fours, shaking its tail, grinding its teeth against one another and fingers against the concrete floor. The animal gnashed its teeth as the bomber drone inched forwards.

"Kill him! Kill him! Kill him!"

The zombie launched itself. An untrained target would have been caught off guard, and would be too busy using their arms to notice the tail that would anchor into their side. It wasn't lucky though, the bomber drone punched the thing in the face, using his other arm for the tail to tangle around. The zombie fell to the ground, screaming and snarling, it flipped itself over, but was being reeled into her target. He flipped it into its chest, wrapping the tail around its neck, and pinning it down with his knee. It kicked uselessly, each one grew weaker as he relentlessly beat its head open.

V glanced at J, waiting for the order.

"J-"

J leapt into the ring. The horde roared, another figther- the disassembly drones would prove their superiority over these, soft, coward-

J fired her pistol into the zombie's head. The bomber drone threw himself back in time to dodge the next bullet that killed the zombie.

The horde reeled back, instantly dissipating. J grabbed the bomber drone by the collar.

"Take me to your leader." her voice quivered with rage. The three walked to the entrance of the Kill Roy's sector, the school.

4 guards noticed J, one of them nudged one that was sleeping. They seemed cocky, "Just another bomber drone" to them, until they came into the light. J looked down on them feeding her self assurance from their shaking.

"M- Commanding officer J, you're not allowed here."

"I would like to see Serial Designation C." she passed right by them and put her hand on the door handle and twisted it open. The drone's let her right through, weaklings.

"Do you have a meeting?" said the sleeping one. His own casual demeanor went away when he realized who he was talking to. J welled up, she stepped back, closing the door and faced the now awake drone.

"V?" J asked.

"Gladly." V whipped out her claws and put them against the bomber drone, their captive.

"What the hell?" the guard yelled, the other men aimed their guns, it was a futile effort, but they did it anyway.

"Let him go!" they screamed.

"What are you going to do? Kill me? You can't do that." She mocked, "Our code mandates it to be so."

One of the guards lowered his rifle, the rest followed.

J smiled and signaled V to let the man go. J kicked the doors open this time, out of spite.

V pranced to each of the guards.

"Good boy! Who's a good puppy! Yes you are!" she said, the saccharine in her voice only rivaled by her pulling their cheeks.

"COME ON V!" She barked.

"I was only joking!" V teased.

J held her breath- she can't breathe, of course. She held back her hate- she can't do that. The bomber drones here had turned the place into their living quarters. Posters and writings decorated the wall. Only 4 months, 1 week, 2 days, 15 hours, 20 minutes, and 50 seconds had passed. The walls were clean as they could be, the floors were recently waxed, and there was barely any noise. Paper signs were plastered up on the walls, guiding a person to the barracks, the washrooms, and whatnot.