ZDolls

Not Today

Jaxson has been walking for three days straight since he escaped the Zion clan back in Mallaroo. If he had stayed much longer he would of been farmed like the others. His blood pumped from his veins like liquid gold. His body left rendered useless. After they had taken all they could from him, his body would be chopped up and feed to the Zs they have in their labs.

"Not today," Jaxson thought. "not ever."

With the sun two hours from the horizon, the vast dry flat land stretched out far in front of him. The only thing in sight is a small old weathered shack about 500meters ahead,

 "Shelter" he says to no one in particular. A crumbling straight road also meets his gase as it snakes further then the horizon. No vehicle had driven down this road since the virus first spread 30 years ago.

The road too hot to walk on with his bare feet. (During his escape he didn't come across shoes.) The dry cracked dirt under him wasn't much better. He stops to take a breath and check his supplies. Opening his dirty tatted back pack he sees he is all out of food and only has a mouthful of water left.

"Dying out here is better than being farmed back at Zion." Jaxson flinches at the unexpected voice coming from behind him. Standing up slowly he unsheathes little baby, his machete. There was no one in sight a minuet ago. That can only mean the voice belonged to a Z Doll. The only beings stealthy enough to not be seen till it is too late.

"But I suppose us finding you is an even worse fate."

Jaxson spins around confirming his darkest thoughts. Z Dolls. He slides little baby out completely. The machetes' blade shimmering under his grip in the late sun. Trembling he dears not to meet any of the dolls glowing orange eyes. One glance and he would be paralyzed, stuck in place under their pricing gaze and captivating beauty. Readying himself for a fight and most likely his death, Jaxson steadies his stance and grips little baby ready to swing at any movement. Keeping his head down, steering at what he assumes is the clan leaders perfectly clean black business men's shoes. The only sound being the low growls as the Z Dolls breath. Waiting. Ready.

"That won't save you Jaxson"

The leader lunges at him and Jaxson swings little baby through the air feeling it connect with and stick into something solid. Seconds later, only for the machete to be freed.

"This is it." Jaxson thought "I'm going to die here."

There is no more movement. No growls. Silence.

Jaxson realises he is clenching his jaw and is squeezing his eyes tight shut. Relaxing slightly so he is ready to swing little baby again. Jaxson opens his eyes hesitantly and lifts his head so he can see the well dressed feet of the Z Dolls. What are they doing? Nothing.

"Come at me!" He bellows.

Suddenly the leader slumps forward and falls to the ground. It's head rolls a meter or so to the left of the motionless body.

Jaxson's eyes widen as he steers at the decapitated Z Doll lying in front of him.

After a moment he remembers the two others and raises his gaze begrudgingly to search for them. Higher and higher his eyes rise but they are nowhere to be seen.

"They fled...? I would be the only human to have ever taken down a Z Doll."

Jaxson stands there motionless for some time. he is shocked.

"HEY!" A girls voice echoes.