The gunfire doesn't slow down at all from humans or robots.
"What do we do!" i shout to Brandon.
"Make a run to safety!" he shouts back pointing to a hallway door.
"Well die doing that." i reply shouting over the gunfire.
"Take my hand and we run." he says extending his hand to me.
I take it and we run. Bullets start flying by him. I shove the door open running into it then Brandon follows.
We dont stop running. We run out and exit and keep running down the alleys trying to find somewhere safe.
We kept running until we couldn't run anymore.
We are panting out of breath. We lay on the ground tired.
The sky is almost all black from gunpowder and smoke.
Theres no air traffic except for one helicopter which i cant tell if its ours.
We keep walking then we hear steps storming behind us.
Me and Brandon take cover. "What the fuck were you thinking!?" Brandon screams peeking around the corner.
I look and see Nathan and Drake jog up.
"Those nigga's was bout to give us up to fucking Optimus prime!" Drake shouts
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Science FictionA war breaking out, breaks out story's between multiple innocent or not so innocent characters. Though much different this war contains of a new invention of Murderous robots, and the outbreak of a incurable virus
