Waverly and I took cover away from this violence as we hid behind one of the cars in the parking lot.
Screams of pain filled the air as several shots were fired.
There was some metal clanging going on and one gun slid under the car towards Waverly.
His eyes became ablaze when the situation reached a fever pitch.
“Seble, I will make this stop.” Waverly gritted his teeth and grabbed the loose gun. It was one of those space aged ones the robots used.
He had a vantage point and began to shoot at those remaining few robots that never noticed his presence.
I wanted him to stop, but he was doing his best to defend everyone.