“We shouldn’t be doing this…”

“Shut up, man. I do this all the time.”

They stood atop a heap of scrap, flashlights in hand. One was bent over, digging through the refuse, debris clattering down the mound. The other stood, watching the evening skies nervously.

“Yeah, well, the patrols have never been this tight before. If we get cau-”

“Oh my God, do you ever shut up.”

“Look, I just don’t wanna end up like Taylor, alright?”

“Taylor was an ass. We’re lucky he didn’t lead the drones right to us. Runnin’ around, screamin’… I woulda’ shot him myse-”

A siren sounded in the distance. Both froze, their bodies crouching down on base instinct.

“Oh shit. Oh shit.”

“Man, I told you! I told you we shouldn’t have done this!”

“Shut up, shut up! Lemme think!”

They could see the outpost, a few miles out; lights began to rise up into the air from inside. Five, ten, twenty, all headed towards them.

“Jesus. Drones. How the hell did they find us?”

“Run.”

“We can’t outrun them!”

“We gotta fuckin’ try!”