The metallic smell of blood and burning flesh hung heavily in the musky air. Charred bodies littered a dusty street once filled with lively people and the best of greeneries. Buildings that once towered over the city, lay in ruins. Some had collapsed while others were waiting for the last push. The sound of a solid march was all that could be heard amongst the deadly silence. Huge robotic humanoids stomped their way down the ashened road; crushing anybody they stood on and slamming cars into the nearest building as if to be searching for something…or someone. Beady robotic eyes surveyed the area, their amoured bodies covered in blood and guts of their enemies…humans.

The Humanoids stopped in their tracks as if commanded to do so, and watched as one lone figure stepped out of the shadow of a boat hanging half-way out of what was once ‘The Hiltons Hotel’. The obviously angered man walked so he was exactly in a straight line with the droids; rifle in hand and ready to shoot at any given moment. He was heavily outnumbered but his stone hard expression was dead set on his scarred face. The droids just stood there expressionless as if they were dead. But the man knew better. The only way you could tell if they were dead was by the blue light that illuminated on their backs. The only sure way to tell that they were dead…or so it has been told.

After a few minutes passed by, the man finally took action and shot load after load after load. Bullet after bullet were pumped and struck through their armour. But no blue light. He pulled the trigger as hard as he possibly could, letting out all his anger and sorrow that had occured in the past three days. Losing his wife, children and close friends was alot to take in. These…monsters had taken everything that was important to him, but the middle aged man wasn’t going to stand and watch as they did exactly what they did to him, to someone else. He wasn’t going to let them take over the world. But in the deepest part of his mind, he knew that they had already won. This war between humans and robots has only been raging for the past three days, but majority of the human race were dead or if not, in hiding.

The clicking sound from the gun signalled that he was out of rounds. As if automatically, the robots all moved their guns in the exact same position the man had his. The angered man threw his rifle down in aggravation and pulled out a pistol that was lodged in his pocket. Once the pistol was also out of rounds, he carelessy threw it to the ground and spread his arms out as if he were to hug someone.

“SHOOT ME DAMNIT! SHOOT ME!“

Just like that, a single bullet lodged itself right between his eyes. He fell to the ground, his mind falling into the world of unconsciuosness, completely missing a dimly lit blue amongst the crowd of droids.