“Are you okay?” Dex lowered his weapon slightly.

“I. . . ” a strange tilt of the head – “I think so.” – or was he just stretching?

“What are you doing here?” Dex recalled scattered reports – “everyone evacuated right before the robos rolled through.” – of robos staying behind, disguised as people. Was this “civilian” one of them?

“I was hiding.”

Weird. “You’re lucky they didn’t find you.” The robos were adept at finding people.

Suspicious, Dex reached for his radio. Better call for backup, just in case. The guy’s eyes blazed laser red; without thinking, Dex fired. The back of the man’s head exploded, not with sparks but bloody gore.

Had he been mistaken, the eyes a trick of the light? He was human after all.

Go. Just go. You have others to worry about.

He coughed twice, his throat dry; suddenly he didn’t feel so well. He took off, leaving the body behind.

This flash fiction in 150 words was crafted for the M3 blog’s Flash in the Pan