Boom. Boom. Boom.
Gunfire cracked through the abandoned streets, followed by the heavy thunder of metal bodies smashing through broken concrete.
One of the mechanical apes staggered as bullets struck its shoulder and neck, sparks bursting from torn synthetic skin. Smoke drifted briefly across the road, and through that smoke a motorcycle burst forward like a black streak, engine screaming as it tore through the empty city.
The rider leaned low while steering through debris without slowing.
Behind him, seated on the passenger side, Victor struggled to stay balanced while gripping the mounted gun they had found earlier.
He fired again.
The recoil nearly threw him sideways.
Bullets hammered the nearest ape, but the machine barely slowed.
"It's barely doing anything!" Victor shouted over the engine noise.
The rider did not even turn.
