The Sand stung and made my eyes water as I trudged through the desert. Well.... the whole world was now a desert, which is always fun. I adjusted my twin swords and fixed my holsters for my twin revolvers on my back.
I miss Skittles..... I miss....
"Hands in air, monkey!" Yelled a voice from behind me as I heard the sound of a energy rifle powering up.
Zephie. I could tell by the horrid English and the rifle's sound.
"Alright, alright." I grinned and feigned defeat as I put my hands behind my head and faced the ugly son of a bitch.
"You will taken under arrest and be interrogated to find where more of survivors hid-"
"Learn English." I grinned.
"Do not interrupt, ape. We need not learn English to kill. Zephl-"
Bang.
The thing never got another word out. It's brains stained the Sand. I kneeled down and tore his rifle from his cold, reptillian hands.
I walked away whistling the Ring Around The Rosie song and twirling my trophy.
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Sand
Science FictionZephlarians. Picture a body builder with a reptile face, tail, claws, and skin. Now add in the senses of the top predators and that is kind of like the Zephies. After they showed up and watched our every move, like an eagle eyes a rodent, it was cha...
