As Raven sat comfortably in the driver's seat of the Ironhowl X4, the sun shined off the armored windshield of her SUV. Alara sat beside her, quietly watching with curious eyes, her head tilted slightly, adjusting the black-rimmed glasses Raven made her wear. With a quick and simple mental command, she deployed her drones and Metal Mouse.
From the system space the drones launched with a faint hum of their flight fans. A second later, Metal Mouse deployed with a thunderous bang, its bear-sized frame slamming onto the cracked asphalt in front of the Ironhowl.
The horde was coming at them fast, first hundreds, then thousands of slow moving corpses pulled by instinct and Ravens enticing smell that Alara herself was already growing addicted to.
With no time to waste. Raven's drones fired eight mini-rockets each in unison. Four from each side. Sixteen in total. The blasts tore through the frontlines of the undead hoard. Arms, legs, ribs, skulls, and flesh detonated into gory blood filled explosion. As shrapnel rained down like twisted confetti with bone shards mixed in among them. The shrapnel and bone shards doubled as a second wave of attack that turned hundreds more zombies into shrapnel filled honeycombs that fell to the ground dead for a second time.
Raven glanced at Alara and said casually, "Good thing we stayed inside. I just gave you a bath, and I don't want to do that again so soon."
Alara blinked slowly at her, lips parting, as if trying to process the humor. Her expression was blank at first—but then she leaned a little closer, the affection in her gaze unmistakable. As she smelled Raven which turned her face an unnatural shade of red.
Seeing this, Raven looked confused as she thought she could not possibly smell bad. She smelled like a Rose as deadly as it is beautiful.
Outside, the drones shifted attacks from rockets as they brought their machine guns online. Silenced bursts of gun fire erupted from the drones pew pew pew the bullets cut a firece line into the zombie tide. Every bullet found a head, a throat, or a spinal cord each shot was designed to disable or destroy a zombie. Metal Mouse ran into the hoard like a juggernaut, unfazed by the dozens of zombies clawing and throwing themselves at its metal shell.
Its body, armored in half a foot of dense steel metal, absorbed the attacks without a scratch. One zombie leapt towards its head—Metal Mouse lifted a massive paw and smashed it downward. The zombies' skull exploded beneath the weight of his paw, like a watermelon under a sledgehammer. Raven didn't worry about the cores. Zombie cores are almost indestructible unless pulverized; blunt force trauma will not ruin them.
Metal Mouse's long tail extended with a sharp metallic slide, transforming into a long spear. With a graceful sweep, it skewered ten zombies clean through their heads. The tail lifted them up into the air then then whipped hard to the side. The heads detached from Metal Mouse's tail and flew in every direction as the AI powering his calculations, allowing the heads to turn into projectial weapons. Each head impacted a zombies chest, causing the entire body to explode into a gore filled mess from the speed of the impact.
Two shoulder mounted compartments opened on Metal Mouse as two rotating machine guns emerged. They spun 360 degrees, unleashing a punishing hail of bullets, hundreds of rounds a second. The endless stacks of ammo from the Seneca Army Depot were finally seeing their true purpose, the extermination of Ravens enemies.
Bodies dropped faster than they could come. The street became a shifting terrain of twitching limbs, leaking torsos, and bullet riddled skulls. Metal Mouse swatted and stomped one zombie to death after another as his tail turned into a homemade zombie head launcher, blowing up one zombie after another with their own heads.
Raven watched from her seat for a moment longer, then tapped a button on the center dash. The roof of the Ironhowl X4 slid back, revealing an opening someone could shoot from standing up in their seat. Raven stood up with a rifle in hand a Barrett MRAD MK22, the bolt-action reworked with a custom semi-auto modification of her own design. Omni silencer equipped with a custom-made recoil, eliminating bipod for support.
She set the bipod up on the roof and took aim. One shot, one kill. Another. And another. No wasted movements no wasted ammo. Just clean headshots. The zombies didn't even react as they fell dead, not sure what killed them for a second time.
Alara remained seated inside, eyes wide, still nibbling on a half-eaten zombie core like it was a candy bar. She occasionally glanced up, mesmerized by the slaughter, her girlfriend is unleashing.
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