Last Supper

We all huddled in the darkness of the kitchen. Finally a murmur reached above the many scraping metallic claws at the door. ”Yo any one find a god damn light?” It was Joey course it was only time before he opened his big mouth. A light flickered on as Pistachio turned a knob on a nearby stove. He looked over us all in the flickering light sweat ran down his face several lacerations ran across his chest. We must have all looked much as he did, it was hard dash into the kitchen. In a heavy Italian accent he asked, “Every-a one all right?”  Joey was the first to open his big yap, “You look like crap Pistachio.” A cough resounded from the corner of the room were Jacky was lying back against the sink. She shot back with difficulty, “you don’t look much better yourself smart ass”.

Even in the dim light that reached the corner were she laid it was apparent she was in poor condition. The chunk bitten out of Jackie’s shoulder had been bleeding profusely and in the dim light of the stove top I could see it hadn’t stopped her shirt was drenched in crimson. Pistachio looked her over with a concerned expression. Seeing this Jacky reassured him with a forced smile, “been better, but I’m fine”.

 "Should really get that patched up.", I found myself chiming in. I walked to her from the cabinet I leaned up against. As I drew nearer I could make out the bite more clearly, it was a deep wound all right. I was growing more worried about how much blood shed lost. Tearing off the bottom of my shirt I then leaned down to wrap it around her shoulder. She gave me a stiff look perhaps irritated that I wasn’t taking her tough girl routine, but I found I got enough of that from Joey as it is. I found her staring back at the entry door as I pulled the rag tight. claws continued running across the door her attention never left it. "Think they'll break through Rolland?" she asked me here expression blank as she continued to focus on the door. I watched the door buckle against the serving cart we barricade the door with. Though I hadn’t wanted to admit it, I realized it was inevitable, " yes, but we've bought ourselves time - best make good use of it and plan our next move". Joey smirked at this "you act as though this is a game of chess". "Well best we do something now before we find ourselves in check mate Joey", I shot back sarcastically.

At that moment Jackie's eyes widened as glass shattered. At this time I glanced back at the door. They had broken the windows! Now they were clawing through the shattered glass, their Optics glowing red! Were these things built with Inferred sensors or did they just have glowing red eyes? Well doesn’t mater now I thought to myself. It was now possible to hear them on the other side as they bashed and scraped at the door. "Residence, please open the door", an animatronic voice called from the other side. "a-sorry, a-Staff only no man eating robots aloud!", cried out Pistachio. Another one of the flesh eating machines replied back, "Residence we are here to assist you, be not afraid". "Hay Pistachio I don’t think there looking for a god damn conversation over here!", called Joey. For once in Joey’s life time I had to agree with him on this one. There truly was no point wasting words on a killing machine posed upon devouring you.

 I turned on another stove shouting to Pistachio to do the same. The stoves better illuminated our situation. Robotic claws found there way through the double door as our barricaded started to slip. “Your safety is very important to us” chimed one of the many metallic carnivores. We were about to be waist deep in flesh eating robots and I knew it. “All right were getting out of here!”, I stated, “grab anything you can pots pans anything heavy”. Pistachio through opened a cabinet and started handing out heavy cooking wear. Now armed with an Iron skillet I braced for action! When they come through that door we’d be ready.

“So what’s the plan Rolland?”, a generous change of tune was uttered by Joey. “No plan”, I admitted shaking my head. “Guess we make a break for it then”, replied Joey. I smiled at him, “guess so”. We both were ready at the door, Pistachio and Jacky joined us. We raised our kitchen wear ready for the hard push through the mechanical horde. That’s when the barricade gave way the serving cart skid across the tile floor and the double door burst open the many robotic eyes looked in at us! “It is our will to serve”.

Its hard to think yesterday was an average day. But I guess no one really could have expected that yesterdays updated robotic companions would develop an unquenchable thirst for human hemoglobin. Guess you could especially say this for the genus that decided it would be a great Idea to give robots taste buds. Feel sorry for who ever the first victim was of mans best friend. Perhaps they thought it was smart to put their head in the lion’s mouth, or maybe the robot decided to put those new found taste buds to the test. Whatever the circumstance the results were disastrous. Apparently we were found to be pretty tasty by our mechanical friends.

So here we are faced up against an angry wall of mechanical flesh. Well angry if Robots felt emotion, which they don’t. They advanced through the door eyes blazing neon red, their blood drenched claws out stretched, there last meal whoever the poor souls may have been, hung from their mechanical jaws in strips and bloody bits. One of the many servant bots delivered a fine fraise as it leapt towards me, “Please enjoy your meal sir and or madam”. It may have more witty one liners if It wasn’t for the fact I swung my skillet wide across its “face”. Its' optical lens shattered upon impact with the skillet which then had enough force to break the robots' head off its fragile neck supports. Quickly another robot replaced its fallen companions place. I could only hope my comrades weren’t over ran yet.

Suddenly Pistachio leapt in front off me swinging a large soup pot at the robots knees which gave way. While the flesh eating menace lay senselessly upon the floor Pistachio finished it by driving the Pot hard into its metallic skull. I took this moment too look how the others were fairing against there biped robotic foes. Jacky was fairing well swinging a large wooden Pizza spatula at the base of her robotic opponent. However Joey was struggling swinging furiously at a pair of flesh eater with a meat tenderizer.

 “Joey! Go for the legs”, I shouted as I dashed towards him. Joey swung for the robots thigh, Its' wait shifted and it fell to the floor. The other robot clawed at Joey running its claws cross his chest. Before the robot could do more damage I swung my skillet across its' legs knocking it back. With the man eaters sprawled across the tile floor Joey and I administered our final blows simultaneously and high-fives. But in Our moment of triumph a metallic fiend snuck up behind me. Its' claw dug into my back I could feel it slicing through me. It then continued to Sinking its' Metallic teeth into my shoulder, in shock the skillet dropped from my hand. "Oh no you don’t", Joey through the tenderizer at the robot as it continued nibbling on my shoulder.

The tenderizing mallet struck the robot square in the head with a metallic thunk. Though not the smartest move Joeys’ action got the machines’ attention,”halt you are in violation”, it dropped me. In a mixture of both surprise and pain I lay were I fell on the floor. Joey sprung for my skillet but before he had a chance to grab hold of the handle the robot tackled him to the ground beside me. It took a swift bite for his neck tearing open joeys’ throat. I couldn’t bear to watch his demise. My head was beginning to spin yet I questioned how Id been blind sided so easily Pistachio was holding them off earlier. I looked towards the entrance were my eyes met a horrifying sight. Several man eating robots huddled around, what was left of Pistachio as they devoured him in a sick feeding frenzy. I wanted to hurl but didn’t have the strength to do so.

All was lost and here I lie, I could only hope that Jacky met a better fait and escaped the feeding frenzy. But to my dismay she continued to fight off the imposable odds. The pizza spatula lay on the tile floor as she pushed a robot face first into the burner of the stove. I was forced watch as she met my fate. Her attention on preparing her robotic dish she didn’t see his friend coming at her from behind. I tried to call out for her to watch out, but it only drew her attention to me. The robot she had in a headlock took the opportunity to slip from her grasp and slit her thought. she gurgled a final cry as the one flanking her bit into her savegly. Now I was alone.

 How long till they came for me to finish what they started? I couldn’t wait for that to happen! Id fight as my friends had died fighting cause no mater what this kitchen would be the death of me. I crawled for my skillet, one hand over the other. I reached out for the handle and to my surprise a mechanical foot fell upon my arm! I looked up stress mounted as those red eyes stared deeply into my soul.