The Chronicles of Soemthign: The End

The story so far...

Asrayah clicked a switch on his helmet. As night-vision sensors kicked in, he saw dim shapes surrounding them. Some fleeing with a robot head and a derelict maintbot. More quickly closing in. He barked out this information.

Forte shook himself from shocked stupor. Survive, he told himself. Survival is key. Stay alive. Run. Run. "RUN!"

The things were coming at an inhuman speed. Forte looked back to take a couple shots, but quickened his pace when he saw them gaining. Asrayah didn't need to see. With a final burst they entered the building, blowing through its thick steel doors. Asrayah clicked the lock while Forte dragged over what must have been a reception desk to block the doors.

With a loud crash the door dented inward. Forte and Asrayah briefly locked eyes, then started dashing up stairs. Second story. Banging, clanging on the door. Forte couldn't see a door to shut behind them, or in front of them. "You're sure this thing is on the top floor, yeah?" Third story. Asrayah noticed a window, didn't remember seeing one on the top floor. "Yeah. Scans were precise." A screech—the desk?—below. Thumping on stairs.

Fourth story, top story. No stairs up. No windows out. Crystal in the middle. Asrayah claimed his prize and wanted an exit. "Downstairs window!"

A monster emerged from the stairwell. The doctor froze. The hunter relaxed. He pushed the doctor against the far wall and tumbled that way himself. He tossed his shotgun to Asrayah, then knelt and placed a grenade off to his left. He drew and aimed his pistol. The monster slowed, almost lurched toward them. Another came behind it and passed to the front. Forte lowered his weapon. Asrayah raised his. One trusted, one did not, a thing with Sparky's head on its shoulders.

To be concluded...