Max took a deep breath and decided to deal with the Ayra, rather than try his luck with the zombies. His wet hands grabbed the rifle in anticipation of conflict.
When Max pulled himself up over the ledge one of the Ayra saw him out of the corner of their eye and yelled, “Human!”
The Ayra got up. Throwing down its food and shutting the visor on his helmet, it pulled up a rifle and fired at Max as the other Ayra scrambled to their feet. Max quickly dropped to the cold, hard ground and pushed himself with his legs to behind a car. More loud bursts from the Ayra weapons joined in with the first.
Max's ears were filled with a metallic ring as bullets ricocheted off the body of the car. He looked at the silencer he had put on his rifle to try to reduce the risks of provoking a murder. He couldn’t help but think how pointless it was now.
Rolling his eyes Max leaned around the side of the car and sighted one of the Ayra through his scope and squeezed off three bullets. Each one hit the Ayra square in the chest, it let out a grunt as the force of the impact knocked it onto its back. But before the Ayra landed on its back Max squeezed off three more bullets into a second Ayra.
Peering around the car a bit further Max counted three more Ayra. One of the Ayra grabbed some kind of device from his left lower chest. Max lowered his rifle to get a closer look at what the Ayra was doing only to see the gold device flying towards him. It landed beside him and he stared at it until it began beeping.
"Crap!”
Max dove behind another car a few feet away and threw his hands over his head. Suddenly the beeping stopped and everything seemed deathly quiet.
BOOM!
The ground underneath him shook. Pieces of concrete and car fell all around him. Max looked behind him, the explosion had put the car through the ceiling and made a large hole all the way through the floor to the second story.
“Jesus…”
Scrambling to his feet Max turned and unloaded the remaining bullets in his clip, knocking one of the Ayra over and wounding another. Max got down quickly leaned against the car and reloaded. He breathed in and out heavily praying to God that the zombies hadn’t heard all the gunshots and the explosion. But given the size of the explosion, it was highly unlikely.
Max peered over the car to see the unscathed Ayra dragging its wounded partner behind cover. He sat back down and leaned his head against the car door. Closing his eyes, Max tried to remember the good times he had as a child. Although he had been born into the war between the humans and the Ayra, his childhood hadn’t been all that affected by the war.
His day dream was cut short when a horrific shriek caused his eyes to shoot back open. He knew that sound and knew what was coming next would not be pretty.
Max…
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Max decided to get to higher ground, hoping that it would put the Ayra between him and the zombies.
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