Snippet #1773565

Zoey could hear explosions in the distance and assumed the rumors were true about the resistance and she knew it was where she had just came from. People stood around and watched the light show in the distance for just a moment and then they started to pack up shop. She watched as the mother from before snatched her children up and started dragging them along. "Hey you got a gun why don't you go help" said an elderly man Zoey turned to him "Do I have stupid written on my forehead or something. Besides this guns like throwing rocks at a machine", she said. The old mans brow furrowed and he turned to go hide with the women and children. "Pssh figures" said Zoey "All that talk and he didn't have plans to damn thing, typical" Zoey stood there debating on whether she should stay in the humble community or make a break for it, some men where yelling and running with pulse rifles to the village entrance. "Damn resistance don't think about shit when they go in and start blowing machines up, they're gonna run them bastards right here" said a man that was missing most of the teeth in his mouth and the ones he had were black and rotten.

Zoey shook her head and prepared to head in the opposite direction of the town once again but she was stopped, a man in old dusty camo and stopped her by grabbing her shoulder. "Just where the hell do you think you're going squaw" he said with a chuckle as he reached down and pulled her pistol out of her holster. Zoey could feel her blood boil at the comment if there was anything she hated was someone who was prejudice "What do we have here pretty, little thing"; he reached down and pulled Zoey gun out of the holster. "Hmm are you a decent shot must be if you have a gun aint no one around here got a gun and don't know how to use it. The man was just slightly taller than Zoey with salt and pepper hair, and beard. He was missing one eye and didn't even bother to cover it up, his breath smelled of rancid alcohol , bad cigarettes, and vomit. Zoey tried hard not to breath in his self made noxious fumes, "Yeah so what if I am a good shot" she said trying not to gag.

He squeezed down hard on her shoulder and directed her towards the front along with a group of other unsavory men. "Either you help pick off some machines, or..." he stopped took in a deep breath smelling Zoey's hair; "Or we make sure you have allot of fun before we die, you catch my drift". Zoey could take this guy on but not the entire group, so she nodded and hs shoved a pulse rifle in her hands; "This'el do allot better job than your shitty ass glock". The other group of men cat called and whistled as Zoey went up to the front of the lines. "These assholes I bet everyone around here thinks they're resistance and all they are is crooks preying on innocent desperate people. I bet you a dime there's a hole in doughnut they've been practically getting away with murder around here Zoey thought to herself. It was common for bandits to put on the guise of being protectors and then rob the people of the little they did have; including their dignity.

They were right the machines where coming right at them, Zoey looked through the scope of the pulse rifle and soon had three down before they made it to entrance of the village, "Well lookie there she can shoot" said another of the bandits. Zoey could here the fire from the resistance soldiers as the too made it closer to the camp. That's when things started to heat up and the machines didn't know what to do with humans in front of them ans behind them. Zoey continued picking off machines the best way she could.