The Last Alive: Alpha-4

"Contact! Four o' clock!" I aimed my rifle, only to see the Disassembly Drone dive down with impossible speed. "RAH!" "Johnny!" "Shit! Open fire!" I unloaded into the bastard tearing one of my teammates open, oil spilling onto the ground. I didn't even have to run forward to know my friend was dead; His head was four feet away from the rest of his body. "C'mon! We gotta move!" I quickly ran with one of the last alive from Alpha Team, just as another Disassembly Drone grabbed his leg, dragging him screaming into a vent. I grabbed his arm, trying to save him. He looked up at me, half his body already in the vent. "It's okay." He told me, an odd calm in his voice, and he unpinned a grenade, just as he was fully dragged into the vent, a delayed explosion blasting smoke out of the vent. I quickly ran on, bursting through the exit door, sirens and alarms blaring. I suddenly felt the ground shudder, and looked up, just in time to see a massive explosion from afar, a massive shockwave quickly approaching. I dove behind a wrecked humvee, bracing for the blast.
[NO LEMONS, SOME DEPICTIONS OF VIOLENCE, GORE, AND MORE, PLEASE DO NOT READ IF YOU CANNOT HANDLE ANY OF THESE THINGS]