You find yourself pinned, your pistol only has three bullets.
You hear those damned voices again. You don't know how many are out there, Just that they will not stop until you are dead.
So what should you do? Run, Try to make a last stand? Could you possibly kill them all, Weaken them?
You take a peek out of the bushes and see them looking through the grove to your right. They are sweeping to area in a counter-clockwise fashion and will soon near you. So you grab a rock and lob it in their general direction, in trying to keep their soulless eyes away from your hiding place.
Success! The rock appears to distract the hunters from your impending ousting. You wait for them to turn their backs to you while they attempt to find the source of the noise.
This is your chance! You decide to take out the first hunter you see and make a break for it. You grip your pistol with both hands and start squeezing on the trigger, raising your weapon up in front of you. The crude sights aiming near the sounds of footsteps and crunching of the grass.
Now! You burst out of the brush and hastily fire off two shots into the back of one of the automatons before veering into the opposite direction of the group.
You hope you sent that ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ to android hell.
You assume you are southbound but you don't have time to check your compass.
"I'll try to find a path out of this place later, the only thing that matters now is that this direction is away from those monsters."
Inhuman screeching followed by gunshots breaks your train of thought as bullets whiz past you. Your speed doubles and your heart pounds faster than it has even pounded before. You were never a working man, your legs and heart used to feel as if you had just ran a marathon after you went up the stairs.
The fact that you are possibly having a heart attack is the least of your worries right now as a second volley of lead is the more immediate danger.
You make it over a hill and believe you have broken the predators line of sight.
They will catch up soon, think fast! You leap over a fence and sprint towards a nearby ditch. You lie down in an attempt to make yourself less visible and make yourself quieter. You start piling mud on top of yourself to make some impromptu camouflage.
Catching your breath you greedily inhale air for your deprived lungs. You hear voices approach and you slow your breath, hoping that they will ignore you and move past. You hear the wet thumps of metal hitting mud as the pack nears you. Your body tenses up just like the metal demons that are hunting you. You attempt to stay quiet and motionless as they search through the nearby brush searching for you before you finally hear them move on. You lay for what seems to be the longest few minutes of your life before letting out the longest sigh of your life as you reflect on these last few hours and how you nearly died multiple times. The last words you heard before you were deposited on this accursed archipelago echo through your mind.
"Sir, You are being hunted."
Geplaatst: 16 december 2013