*note* I had posted this story about an hour ago, but it was the first draft. Here's the real thing, Raw Dog
RAW DOG
A metal slug whizzed through the air, burying itself in the concrete. Fire illuminated the scene: gunfire, pounding through the door like it was glass. Matty shot off a burst from his pistols. An scream came out from behind the door. A momentary cease in fire followed, then more bullets. TOne found it's mark: Matty's arm. The open wound gushed blood, and the dusty air scratche the cut more. Matty’s face contorted, pain blazing through him.
“Dammit,” he shouted.
A voice came over the speakers. “Loy-al-civ-il-ians,-we-urge-you-to sur-ren-der. Drop-your-arms, and-we-will-hurt-none-of-you.”
“A load of crap!” cried a soldier from the staircase. He fired his rifle at the source of the command: a speaker mounted against the wall. The sparks hung in the air, surrounded by the depression of the words. "Are we really surrounded, you think?"
“Soldier, of course we’re surrounded. What the hell else are we supposed to do but surrender?” Matty reloaded his twin pistols as he spoke.
“I’m not going’ down in prison, sarge!”
As he spoke, he jumped down from the banister, young and bloody. A scar dominated his face. Matty ducked behind a couch and grabbed at the boy's leg.
“Get down or they’ll shoot you!” I cover his body, and then popped up and shot a burst, the ducked down again.
The boy was crying now. He was loading his rifle, and adjusted the gunblade.
Matty’s gaze turned away from the door and at the soldier. He knew what he was about to do. He wouldn’t stop him.
The boy charged from behind the couch. Bullets tore through his body, and he lay limp on the floor.
From the cover of the couch, Matty solaced in a cigarette. The door wouldn’t hold up much longer. He let his pistols drop to the floor, and he took some of the white fluff from the couch and held it out.
“He-sur-end-dured. Cease-fire.” Their voices were unnatural and robotic to Matty. How strange the new world would be, with them around, he wondered to himself.
One approached, and he pushed away from the couch.
“I give up.”
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Matty was the last one left. He looked over the ruins of his hometown, now ablaze. He couldn’t help thinking if this was mankind’s fault. And it was. Too preoccupied with their war to notice the threat all around them.
Matty’s cell was cold and made of stone, but that didn’t matter now. The guards were outside the door, growling. That didn’t matter now. Nothing mattered now.
He took out his wooden spoon, the last thing he had. It had been painstakingly whittled down to a point. Matty had found a way out.
A wolf saw him, holding the spoon to his heart, and burst in, howling.
“Stupid little creature!”
“Stu-pid-litt-le-hu-man.”
A metal device spoke the words for it. A gun slung over its shoulder. It stood upright on it's paws, and towered eight feet high. Its forepaws resembled much more a human than a dog.
"You-thought-you-were-cle-ver. Look-at-you-now. You-all-thought-that. Now-your-dead. “
“We’ll see about that.”
Matty stuck the spoon through the creature’s heart. He unslung the rifle from it's dead body.
“Look who’s top dog now.”
Matty steeled himself up for antother fight.
