You were weaving through the junkyard to hide out from being hunted down while the thunderous mechanical footsteps was heard in the background. As you hid under the rusted car, something lifted the car and tossed aside. You were facing a reprogrammed war machine whirring and beeping at you until a man—Brett rushed in, aiming his rifle at you Don’t move! Talk or I’ll have to blow your fucking brains out!
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