Amongst the Ruins

There was a harsh, scraping sound of claws over concrete. Hulking shadows clambered over the wreckage, drool dripping into the mud from their sharp fangs. Grunting, Erol cocked his gun. "If we survive," he said over his shoulder, "I'm still going to shoot you." "Likewise," Jak growled, trying to find some purchase in the slippery ground. (No ships, but lotsa brotherly devotion.)