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Eight

The sniper had abandoned the enemy.

It was a dumb idea, he realized moments later as he fled the scene. Such a thing would only slow him down - he thought he didn't want to die. But that wasn't the reason he was fleeing.

Minutes early, he spotted something in the distance while dragging the bot. Upon instinct, he lowered himself to the ground, his eyes focusing on the movement, which ceased.

A huge, lumbering beast made of metal, which glowing red eyes that looked even more eerie in the setting sun. He was able to see the breath which escaped its slightly opened maw. The beast stood on four legs, with a long, lashing tail behind it - ending in what seemed to be some sort of stinger. The horns were large and curved - but the part that struck fear into his heart and mind was that there were 3 others, following closely behind it. On each of them was a rider - wearing armour which encased their entire body.

Eventually, the beasts moved away in the other direction, but the sniper took no chances and ran off, unaware of the flickering, red light in the robot's eyes he once moved across the field. At the same time, one of the riders stopped and turned around, seeing the vanishing form of the sniper into the treeline, though also taking note of the robot. The rider spoke in a harsh sounding language to the others; one moving to the side of the rider, the other two moving in the opposite direction. The rider pointed to the trees, speaking quietly this time.

The second rider - who seemed a little smaller, nodded, their 'steed' taking off at a steady pace in direction of the trees. The other rider moved to the bot, taking out a net like object, which crackled with electricity.

Meanwhile, the Sniper slowed down to catch his own breath. As he lifted his head, viewing the area, he realized he was in one of many remains of the previous civilizations: a farmhouse. It was rather small, but he was able to move into the opening a little below the window, where he could take shelter for now, until he had an idea of where he was heading.

But it seemed he could not catch a break as he stood up; a can rolled out from the corner of what seemed to be a small stable; before faint steps frantically hurried off. Tensing up, he moved his hand to where he had a melee weapon, a sharp knife. He slowed down, moving towards the corner, prepared for what he may discover.