“No, no, no…” He was saying it on repeat now, under his breath while he sprinted out of small town nowhere, and saw other people break from their own hiding spots while this sudden attack commenced, unfurling with a sudden vengeance of hell and brimstone.
Alex slammed into a brick wall, chest heaving, gun shaking in his hands, and saw two human men bolt down the street past him, heavier artillery opening up on the incoming wave of silver coated bodies in the distance, and Alex got his balls together enough to peek around the edge, saw at least twenty of the bastards tearing up the broken sidewalk, fanning out in the street and stopped hesitating.
Not today. He wasn’t about to go out like this. He heaved three breaths, gathered himself and darted towards a large semi that had seen better days, hobbled on flat tires in the intersection and ran for hell and high-water for it.
Blasts of blue and pure white fire shot overhead, and too late did he see the flash of red-gold armor incoming from the front, dived and hit the ground in a roll under the semi’s undercarriage, almost ate dirt and concrete in his scramble to tear himself upwards off the ground and wrapped up into the greasy blackened framework just in time to see those two men, now caught in the cross hairs, annihilated in the crossfire.
From one minute to the next they stopped in their own scramble, got hit with those pulser blasts, and parts of their bodies just evaporated at contact; one died instantly, and the other went down screaming while half his face and one entire arm just was consumed in blue light and ate away his flesh like some acid wash of nightmare.
Alex was officially stranded, pulled himself up higher and flattened, limbs shaking with the exertion of it and saw the passage of feet pounding past. He waited for a minute and heard that buzzy whomping sound of blasts going off where he had just been, the shouts and alien voices screaming at each other in foreign languages, and when he was sure, they had left that section of the street, dropped, rolled the other way, and hit the ground low and fast, ran past the man half sprawled in the intersection who was now in full seizure, eyes melting back into his head, and just kept going.
This shit had nothing to do with him and the dumb factions that were getting involved with this so called war of good vs. evil was beyond idiocy to him. It was all just religious fanaticism and insanity, and frankly, he had seen both these sides in action, and not a single one of these fucking people seemed particularly great or Godly.
They looked like men, but they sure as fuck were not, and this bleed out into this reality was causing havoc and made a lot of people try to explain it as some God Devil shit.
It wasn’t that and Alex just kept moving, backpack jingling with every step, and didn’t bother to keep his gun out. If he was caught, as those two dudes had just found out, he’d be dead, and the gun power these people wielded were on another level of extraordinary.
He almost cleared the last building, stopped to look around at the very open road, and in the distance the rolling hills for old cattle herds was just wide open, almost savannahs at this point of deep untended snow frosted grasses, and beyond that was the thick line of forest and that’s where he wanted to be.
Fuck. It was a long run.
He sucked in a breath and went low and just made a break for it and hoped to God they were all moving the other direction. These people were fast, could jump fifteen feet in the fucking air and forward more than that; he had seen them land in front of people from building tops, and tear a man’s head from his shoulders with bare hands.
At this point he had seen a lot, all things that made him want a whole lot of nothing from anyone. Even the times he had seen their camps, in mild peaceful repose and in between bouts of fighting? Needless to say bloodlust and lust in general seemed to be an issue, and their camps were nightmare fodder.
The last group he had been with had gambled, despite his screaming protests, and decided to approach the so-called, “Good guys”, in their camp, and he had opted to stay the fuck in the shadows, and watched these very pristine looking great god damn people at a safe distance, take out the men and pull women in groups and tents, and that had been enough for Alex.
So, yeah, he wasn’t gambling on this good natured bullshit, and ran for his fucking life across the grass, low and fast, heart hammering, and could still hear those guns firing off.
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