Title: Macy's Day
Author: Raynebowe
Disclaimer: MST3K belongs to Joel Hodgson and Best Brains Inc. If I DID own them, I'd be rich and have a brand new computer that won't piss me off constantly. *nods*
Rating: PG-13

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"It's not gonna stop." Whispered and breathless, the observation from Mike summed up what was on everyone's minds, including Tom, Gypsy, and Crow. They could leave, as what-ever-the-hell was out there couldn't infect them, but loyalty to their maker and their friend glued them to the spot. They hadn't said a word since Mike brought them to the mall, to hole up, to hide, to get away from the ghouls outside. There, they met none other than Dr. Clayton Forrester, not so much a doctor anymore. Then, next to show up was Joel Robinson.

"There's no where to go." Joel whispered, glancing at the metal and glass doors that were currently holding them at bay. He looked up and watched the lights flicker out, the Macy's sign sputtering before dying. Mike set Tom off of his lap next to Crow and stood beside the inventor. No one said anything for a long time.

Crow looked up at the three humans. "Shit like this happens in movies. Not here." Joel smiled and walked over to the huddled robots. "Hey. We'll be alright. Come on, you're a Robinson. You're tough."

Crow nodded. "Yeah, I'm pretty badass." The humans chuckled. Joel pulled a handgun out of his pocket and put it in the gold robot's claws. "Let me show you how to use this, okay?"

Forrester stood up suddenly from the floor and stared at the door. The glass was cracking. "They're breaking through!" He summoned up his worn out and out of practice Starchild powers and braced the doors with a force field.

Mike stood behind him, loading a shotgun, silently.

Joel had hugged and kissed his robots. "Whatever happens, if one of us is bitten, don't hesitate. Shoot. Aim for the head, okay? I love you." He stood up straight and frowned at the door. Forrester was getting tired.

The glass shattered.

Forrester couldn't hold it anymore.

Mike held Joel's gaze for a moment, a silent understanding.

"It's not gonna stop." Mike said again.

"No. It's not." Joel gave him a weak smile and grabbed his hand. "Let's not go down without a fight, huh?"

Mike squeezed his hand in reply, then turned to where Forrester was being ripped apart.

Mike squeezed the trigger next.

The next fifteen minutes was nothing but blood and gunfire.