Black Steel Pharoahs Trapped In Rock.

I knew that my world was shrinking. All the people I once knew in the anti vaxxers alliance were dropping like syringes in a crack house. On a hot day earlier in the week they had sent a drone round to vax me. It was a trap, I had set for them. I had got a mannequin from out of my old room mates bedroom. Drilled a hole in one of the legs and proceeded to fill the entire thing up with hot water. I had then positioned the dummy in my back garden to look like he was sunbathing. I went back in the house and waited. Sure enough about a half hour later I heard the blades of the drone. It had picked up my friends heat signature lying there on a bamboo mat. And was now hovering over him getting ready to extend an arm containing a syringe to take some blood for verification. This was when I struck! I threw a large net over the thing. As it whirled impotently trying to free itself, I picked up an aluminum baseball bat and whacked it a couple of times, making sure that I didn't damage the central thorax where the GPS system was stored. I stamped on its rotor blades for good measure. Picked it up and ran into the house with it. I knew that I had maybe ten minutes before a second drone came looking for this one. I put it on my kitchen counter and smashed at the plastic body of the thing with a hammer. Then I retrieved the metal box containing the hard drive and hooked it up to my phones USB. All I had to do now was scramble the coordinates in the GPS and drop the surviving parts with electricity flowing through them into Sulphuric acid from a car battery. Once I had done that I ran out into my garden. I picked up the dummy and dragged it back into the house. I just managed to get inside. I Locked the door and pulled down the blinds. When I heard drone blades from maybe two or three units outside my windows. Tapping on the glass.

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