The Battle Below

A junker of a 100 year old mustang sped down the abandoned highway. The sky was filled with a giant battle happening over head in space. The desert blazed with the eternal fires of burning oil fields, but the highway was a cool spot in this inferno. Well, cooler anyways. Some other junker pulled along side the rusty and beaten car. There were two people in the car. The driver handed something over to the other man who was a short and fat blob. The blob drew up the sawed off, pump action twelve gauge shotgun and leveled it on top of the window frame in the door. The driver of the mustang ducked below the window as the buckshot crashed through the car. The blob pump the shotgun by jerking it down outside of the window, letting gravity draw the gun down past the pump, and pulled it back up as the empty and smoking shell flew out. He leveled it again waiting for the driver to pop his head back up. The driver pulls a 9mm glock from the center console and sprays it into the other car. Blood bursted from the blob and driver as the blood soaked car veered off the road and careened into the oil fields where it would most likely explode upon stopping. Just another day for those who remained on Earth.