TRS (The Robot Survivors.)

Chapter 7

"Hey Ryan!"

"You nearly killed me back there with the stupid knife throwing act!" David said.

"Well , I saved you didn't I?"

Everyone went quiet.

Jim loaded his pump action shotgun.

"You know what , I love this gun." said Jim breaking the silence.

"What type of gun is it?"

"A Mossberg." Ryan said.

"Are there any other pumpguns?" asked Jim.

"Yeah , lots of different types." David said.

Anton was armed with an AK-47. He also had his P99 and his axe. He was thinking about how Paul and everyone else were doing back at the bunker.

"There's a shop up ahead." said Anton pointing at a small Centra.

The group ran towards it. They went inside. "

Are you in the army or something , look you've got all the gear."

Ryan kept on walking .

"Yeah why do you care." He snarled.

"Shouldn't you be with your men?" said David. Ryan looked at the floor.

"And do what? Run around bombing the major cities , getting no where , not knowing if I'm killing any humans , not effing likely!" Ryan said.

"Shit , that's what they do now?" said Jim.

'Yes Sherlock." said Ryan sarcastically.

Jim ignored him he scanned the horizon , there could be robots hiding in any corner , there were a million different places they could be.

They walked into the shop. It was empty.

"Be on your guard." said David.

Jim didn't need to be told , he knew that there were over 9 billion robots in the world more then there were humans , even before the apocalypse. He went to get milk , he used a bullet proof vest to carry it , he put on as much as he could carry. It should last them for a little while.

"What are we looking for?" asked Ryan. The lights were dead , they could only rely on the light of the sunset. It was strange , normally the city lights blocked out the sunset but know almost all the lights were out , most people were dead. It was beautiful but they were the lucky ones , very few survived this long. It's what you learn from being a survivor , knowing that you could die any minute.

"Were looking for detergent , Jim's got the milk." said David.

Ryan went searching for the detergent. He went down an aisle , suddenly the red and green shone out to him. He knew instantly that it was detergent ,the one he bought every day. He grabbed a 122 pack and went off.

They were all set , they headed out to the road. It was strange , there didn't seem to be any robots. The worst danger they got into was when a wall almost fell on them from a house which was on fire presumably started by an Elite.

"We better blow up that house or the fire will spread." said Jim.

"You crazy , the sound will attract hundreds of robots!" said Ryan.

"If we don't put it out it could burn the whole city down."

"Like the Great Fire of London?" asked Anton.

"Just like that." said Jim.

"I still say we leave it , the fire could turn some robots into bacon."

"No it won't , the robots are fireproof trust me I have a degree in engineering." Jim said.

"Jesus you two , what would John think of you taking a huge unnecessary risk?" asked Ryan.

"And what would he think about you being so ignorant." asked Jim.

Jim was pissed off at this point.

"Calm down we should put this to a vote." said Anton.

"What are you , a goddamn politician , we haven't the time for this shit!" yelled Ryan.

"Agreed , by the time we get back to the bunker , the whole town will be up in flames." snapped Jim. I'm going in and I'm going to blow it up , if any of you cowards want to run off to the bunker , go ahead."

"I'll go with you but only because this John won't let me in the group if I let you die." said Ryan.

They walked slowly towards the house being on guard for robots. They had a belt full of gunpowder and a lighter from Ryan's stash of goods. Inside the house was ruined , everything was smashed up, the fire consuming the whole house. A chunk of the ceiling fell onto the floor and landed on the sofa almost tearing it in half. Jim put away the lighter , it wouldn't be needed. They could not move very well , fire was covering most of the house.

They started to throw the gunpowder everywhere not covered by fire , they threw some on to the stairs. The fire got closer , Ryan's trousers caught on fire. Screaming he quickly patted them putting the fire out. Jim spotted a fire extinguisher on the wall , he used it to make a passage through to the kitchen. The biggest risk now was falling chunks from the walls and celling. They quickly scattered gunpowder all over the kitchen surface.

Jim's head felt a little light from all the smoke. Ryan headed up the stairs , he went up three stairs then the fourth one broke , it must have been on fire at one point. He got back up and went into the landing. He saw that there was a bedroom , it looked like a little girls room covered in dolls. It made him sad to think about the previous residents. He through some gunpowder and headed back , soon the gunpowder would catch fire and the whole thing would explode.

They sprinted out the door and into the street , they heard a loud bang , the whole house exploded. Suddenly they realised robots where approaching from every direction , the sound of the explosion must have drawn them to their location.

Jim started firing at the robots he killed a Casual and two War Machines. He was making sure to kill all the War Machines first as they were the most dangerous. As far as he could see , there were no Elites or Crushers. He had killed many , he was feeling quite confident , he saw another Casual , he took aim at it. Then he felt a pain in his back he started to scream as the pain was more intense. Blood started to pour out of him. Then Anton saw what had happened. A Casual had stuck its big rusty claws into Jims back. The Casual took its claws out and Jim fell to the ground. In a fit of rage, Anton shot the Casual over a dozen times. Ryan killed the rest of the robots then walked over to Jim.

Jim was lying there twitching on the ground like a dead animal.

"P-please h-help me!" he groaned.

Anton knew what he meant , he took out his gun , aimed at Jims head and he released a single teardrop and pulled the trigger.