The Red Dot

Prompt from DailyPrompt.com

I was halfway down the street when the red dot lit up my chest.

Sniper.

The thought hadn’t fully dawned before my body hurled me behind the nearest debris. Every nerve suddenly screaming, my mind awhirl and senses stretching.

Drone, or human? Both were bad news but in different ways. Drones were faster and more accurate. But drones didn’t find their work fun.

I jerk as a door behind me opens.

“Hey, kid. You ok?”

The voice sounds almost normal. A touch slurred, a bit raspy. But it’s coming from…

“Hey, hey, easy. It’s not contagious.” The mutant raises its… hands? Yeah, there’s definitely fingers of some kind between the webs. “What’s after you?”

“…Sniper.” I force the word out, mostly because it should keep the freak from stepping closer to me.

“Shit. Again?” The mutant’s throat inflates like a balloon. Only for a moment, but that bulging purple-grey flesh sac makes me shudder.

“Are they looking for you?” My hand tightens around my shiv. I wish once again that I’d been able to find some metal. But plastic worked, so long as you put a good edge on it. It just often only worked once. You had to make it count.

“What, personally?” The mutant seemed amused by the concept. “Pff, nah. You must have heard on the radio. They’re killing everyone now. Don’t want word getting out.”

It paused, murky green eyes narrowing as it squinted past me down the street. Then it shrugged and declared “Well, the door’s open.”

And with that it was gone. Vanished back into the dark building.

Did I have better odds against one sniper, or an unknown number of mutants?

Prompt was “A red dot appears on your character’s chest. The Sniper has found them.”