The sound of a bike roar echo through the wasteland as the dunes kicked up a long stream beneath its wheels. As the Coyote on it turned with wheels screeching, The echos filling the night as she dashed upwards doing a spin as she reloaded as bird troopers squawked opening fire with their assault rifles at the mammal that had been slaughtering them by the dozens.

The barely missed her whistling by her head as she returned fire. Firing three direct shots. Blowing the brains out of the three patrolling murderers. As she grunted as the bike landed as she slowed down. Her eyes falling upon the corpses of their victims. A variety of mammals executed via firing squad. As she breathed in. They were dead by a few hours. Passed on already. Another few souls she could have saved if she just been better.

"Bloody bastards. You can't leave anyone out of this huh?" She hissed insults at the blue uniformed avian supremacists. Before spitting on one in a moment of rage as her eyes burnt up in sorrow.

She soon refocused. Driving forward and crunching a blue helmet of a dead bird with her wheel. As she began a trip back to the village. This war was never easy, but these days it almost seemed like it was a never-ending nightmare. How many of these sadists would she need to put down before it was finally over? Could it even be over?

The thoughts and questions rang through her head, As she shook them away, seeing the distant campfires of Where We Live, getting closer. Only time could tell if this war wound end before everything was destroyed once more.