Thump......thump........thump. He stood idle, his ear pressed against the metal door. His heart pounded blurring out any outside noise. He dragged his hand up his bloodied arm. Rough fingers glided over his wound. He winched with pain. There was another wound on his chest, a deep slash from a sword. His knuckles were Snow White from gripping his 9mm pistol.
With no warning there were noises heard from outside the door. Without hesitation the man swung the door open. With incredible it slammed into the wall it was attached to. Revealing two men, both dressed in camo and wielding pistols.
He marched toward the two men and with a gravely deep roar he grabbed the man on the left by the neck. With all his might, he lifted the man from the ground and slammed his face into the cement wall, killing him instantly.
His partner drew his gun and fired a shot into the man who was assaulting his colleague. The bullet flew into the mans arm, he was not fazed.
Turning around, the wounded man now faced the other mans barrel. With lighting reflexes he snatched the gun from his hand and began to bludgeon his skull in with the handle of the gun. The man was now dead.
There he stood, in his blood stained white tank top .The lights above him flickered on and off. Dust fell from the ceiling. He punched his wound a few times. Reloaded his gun and marched down the hall.
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AdventureThe government is gone. All of his friends, also gone. All known media and forms of defense, gone. Why are there killer robots? Why are more and more people disappearing everyday? Will he survive this?
