The scientists stuck their arms out of the windows and blasted the alien menace, each of them pulling the trigger like there was no tomorrow; right then, the idea wasn't so unusual. Aliens fell left and right, their mucus-soaked corpses falling to the ground. The scientists thought they had won, when, all of a sudden, the ammo burst from Sam's gun stopped. And then Biff's. And then Larry/Loretta's. And then Nick's.
The clicks of the empty guns scared the scientists more than anything else they had seen that day. They knew they were about to die. All except Nick that is, who had a tendency for never giving up.
"Anybody got any ammo left?" He looked around, expecting the answer "no."
He didn't get that answer, but something worse. Silence. A silence so loud it pierced the skulls of the men who stood in the tram, all of them waiting for the inevitable.
The standing scientists looked at the horizon, and saw the figures of two acid-spitters, and two lightning-throwers. The scientists closed their eyes, afraid of the death they knew to be so near.
The first acid-spitter's tail shot up, as did the second's. The two lightning-throwers prepared for attack.
"What the fuck are you guys waiting for?" Barry zipped his pants back up.
Nick looked down too see Barry chambering the first round of the unused clip for his pistol.
Nick's eyes widened.
"DUCK!!"
The scientists dropped to the floor as lightning and mucus slammed into the side of the tram. The two holes slowly opened in the hull as the acid ate away at the metal.
Nick crawled to Barry.
"Masturbating?"
"Uh-huh."
"So you didn't see the monsters or hear me ask for ammo, did you?"
"Nope."
"Gimme dat!"
Nick swiped the pistol from Barry and checked the magazine. All 17 rounds left. Damn, those soldiers they had blown away sure were carrying a lot of stuff.
Nick ran to the closed door, as did the other scientists. They all knew the door had an extra sheet of titanium and couldn't be broken unless a grenade was detonated right next to it.
Beads of sweat rolled down Nick's face as his remaining arm grasped the pistol. The holes in the hull got larger and larger, and bolts were soon hitting the opposite side of the tram.
Nick waited for a break in the firing and leapt out.
He aimed at the first lightning-thrower and fired thrice. The first two missed, but the third penetrated the creature's throat. The monster clawed at his throat as mucus sprayed forth. There was a discomforting gurgle as the creature drowned in its own bodily fluid. As this happened, Nick shot at the first acid-spitter, sending a bullet right down its mouth and killing it almost instantly. He jumped back to the door, barely missing a mucus ball and a lightning stream.
Once again, he waited for a break and jumped out. He wasted six bullets on the lighting thrower before he finally put him down with the seventh. Nick rolled to the right, back to the door, just as an acid ball shot past his left ear.
Barry wiped his hands on his coat. "How many you got left?"
Nick shrugged.
Acid hit the back wall as Nick jumped out. He fired four times at the beast, connecting with every shot but only doing real damage with the last.
The horror slumped to the ground mucus squirted out, like those cowboys in cartoons who drink water right after being shot many times.
The scientists stepped out onto the field of death and surveyed what they had done.
Nick was the first to say what they had all been thinking.
"Man, we kick ass."