Explosions rang out in steady pattarn across the blood-soaked road, echoing through New York as a sign of the end times. The remaining zombies, though lacking intelligence, might have hesitated to continue the assault. As they looked at the armored SUV in front of them and wondered if they were the villains in this story, or if the real monster was the girl seated calmly behind bulletproof glass, deploying death from above.
But the undead for now could not have such complicated thoughts. Thousands of them surged forward, continuing the assault. They could not recognize their own stupidity.
Overhead, Raven's two combat drones moved quietly in the sky. Their missiles have long since run out, their machine guns out of ammunition. Without a sound, Raven recalled them into Sanctuary. Her Auto Drone Ammunition Refill Machine came to life to service them. Forty seconds later, the drones shot back out of the system's space to resume battle.
With no hesitation. They moved above the densest part of the horde, faced downward, and launched sixteen miniature bombs each about the size of a salt shaker down onto the zombies below.
What followed wasn't an explosion. It was a massacre.
The mini bombs struck the street like crys of vengeance for the lives lost to them. Fire erupted in small pockets, rising up into the sky like small mushrooms coulds. Limbs and torsos flew up into the sky. As screaming undead were impaled on broken light poles sticking up out the sidewalks, their bodies bunning with the electricity still flowing through a few of them.
"Well," Raven said, watching a burning torso wiggle weakly above a flashing streetlamp. "That's new."
Smoke rose in the distance. Her drones, now emptied of bombs, switched back to machine-gun mode and resumed fire. Pew pew pew. Followed by another round of pew pew pew. Bodies dropped like rain on the ground, covering everything.
Metal Mouse barreled through the wreckage, drawing aggro again. The bear-sized robot howled in distorted audio taunting the zombis, crushing anything in its path and luring the remaining swarm toward him like bugs into the bug zapper.
Raven reached into her system space and pulled out a second crate of grenades. She slid it between her and Alara, who looked at her with wide eyes.
"Want to keep helping?" Raven asked, opening the crate.
Alara moved her head, then grabbed a grenade with her hand. She dropped it into the dashboard chute. A few seconds passed.
The grenade didn't explode on contact. Instead, it stuck to a zombie's back and played loud, ridiculous polka music out of a small speaker.
The surrounding zombies turned towards the sound source, shrieking and dog piling onto the zombie making the noise. Raven watched calmly as the weight-trigger activated.
BOOM.
The entire dogpile of zombies exploded into a fountain of limbs and flying heads.
Alara blinked, stunned. As Raven nodded with satisfaction.
"Zombies love loud noise Alara." she explained. "I call these zombie party poppers. They will annoy you to death. Just like real poka music."
Alara immediately laughed and grabbed three more grenades. Each one stuck to another target. Each one erupted in loud poka music. Raven leaned back with a smile on her face.
"Who knew wiping out a zombie horde for your food would become our first official date? Blowing enemies into liquid confetti. Nothing spells love like shared war crimes."
Alara, beaming, loaded four more. BOOM. BOOM. BOOM. BOOM. Heads flew up into the air. Corpses shattered, and blood rain fell.
At last, Raven looked beyond the battlefield.
The date was over.
The horde was erased. Every single corpse either vaporized, shredded, impaled, or blown up. A pang of sadness touched Ravens heart.
"Good times just don't last forever, do they, Alara?"
She sent a mental command to Metal Mouse clean up the battlefield and gather Alara's food. The robotic mouse immediately began collecting zombi cores as the drones spread out to clean up any stragglers.
Raven packed away the remaining zombie party poppers and closed the dashboard grenade launcher. Then, from her system space, she retrieved a fresh, still-steaming rotisserie chicken. As she placed it on her lap to eat.
From her pocket, she handed Alara a pile of zombie cores to enjoy.
Together they sat in the front seats of the Ironhowl X4, the glass windows stained with streaks of gore. Smoke flying up into the air. As the stench of blood hung in the air due to the still falling blood rain from the previous explosions.
And inside, surrounded by a field of blood and bombs Raven and Alara ate dinner together in silence.
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