Detroit is the ground zero and origin city of Androids. Now its the place you have to call home. There is no choice; your betrayal of the Apex Predators had cost them a pretty paycheque, and living in a city of machines is the safest way for you to...
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The crack of light in the darkness flooded your vision. It split into a sheet of white, your body lunging forward at the freedom right in front of you.
Everything was a blur.
Your lungs were straining for air, but each movement of your chest refused to give you any oxygen.
Something hit your torso. Hard.
The impact had your body stiffen in shock, but it was overshadowed by the absolute agony that was tearing through your side.
You had been shot.
"I should've died-" the words were raspy and barely audible as you struggled to breathe in, your body seeming to refuse any air intake.
Some time passed before you became aware of your body again, the severe pain racking your torso numbing your general senses.
You were on the floor, feet elevated due to being caught on the hatch of the simulation pod. The dim room around you was blurred into a mess of colours and fuzzy shapes. Sound was also robbed of you, nothing but the pounding of your heartbeat ringing in your ears.
"I got shot-" your throat was dry as you struggled to speak, your hand immediately coming up to grab at your side where the bullet made contact.
Not just any bullet, but a sniper. A Kraber, of all things.
A Heavy Rifle that was a guaranteed one-hit-kill.
So how come it didn't kill you?
The hand that grasped your side felt wet, and you immediately groaned out in pain at the mere touch on the bullet hole. You rolled onto your uninjured side and gasped at the shift of weight in your body, coughing as the movement sent waves of agony through your torso.
"Pilot, are you alright?!"
The voice was distant, barely understandable through the pounding in your ears.
"I should've died-" You repeated, the disbelief hitting you as hard as the pain was.
Only the possibility of Modified Ricochet Rounds could be the reason as to why you hadn't immediately died. Because in your experience, a Kraber never failed you.
