In a world ruled by humanoid robots, Marion is a lone human survivor who tries his hardest not to die in their hands.
That is until they finally catch him one day. But instead of getting the instant death as he expected, Marion is thrown into the da...
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Sounds of heavy metal boots had Marion flinch open his eyes.
Through bleary vision, he found himself in the same fatal position on the ground. The same wall stood inches away from him. The same breeze pierced through his bones.
Had it only been mere minutes since he passed out?
The thud of boots grew closer, making Marion frown.
He scrambled to his feet and pressed himself behind one of the two protruding square columns holding the wide entryway open.
Marion's heart drummed against his chest as the boots came closer to the wall. He squeezed himself against the wall and lowered himself to the ground. His thin form curled up in a ball.
The boots halted just outside the threshold.
Marion held his breath as the boots scraped the ground, inching forward a step or two.
A sharp crackle made Marion's eyes go wide. He dared to move his head to find a familiar thin line of red ray pierced through the heavy fog of the night.
Laser beam. His worst nightmare.
It was moving around. Left to right. Right to left.
Marion flinched the second that ray grazed the wall right beside his left shoulder. He was now digging his right side into the wall, hoping for the block of concrete to swallow him whole.
But the wall didn't comply. Instead, the red stopped flashing.
That should have eased Marion but his shoulders remain hunched in a tight coil even after the death ray was gone.
He counted his slow, shaky breaths as the metal boots crunched the ground again.
A thin line of sweat glided down the side of Marion's face and he bit his trembling lips hard to stop a whimper when the boots headed right his way.
He closed his eyes shut and lowered his face to dig his sharp chin against his chest.
This was becoming a repetitive chore. He had been evading death for long enough. His role of being a scrap of the food chain, an easy prey had grown tiresome now. It would have been easier to succumb to his destined fate by now, yet, Marion fought his fate.
Or somehow his twisted fate had been fighting for him. Otherwise, why did he stumble into a manhole seconds before the laser pierced him? Why wasn't he killed the second those roboxes captured him? Why didn't he die when the dehydration hit him hard?
I'm so tired… So sick of being stuck in this constant flight or fight limbo… Why am I even trying to live?
As if the booted being heard Marion's dreary monologue, the boots stopped right beside his left shoulder.
Marion didn't bother raising his head.
What was the point to see his killer when he would be dead either way?
