End Code: Humanity's Final Stand

Chapter 1

Buzzzzzz!

I bolt awake from my makeshift bed.

It's my eighteenth birthday, our eighteenth birthday. I check my phone for any update on the safehouse radio. Finding none, I sigh and throw the phone on the bed.

I just think the whole point of it is futile, building a safe house for survivors that is. I got this frequency a year ago when I was got so lonely that I desperately started searching for survivors, I almost got killed by a Skin Face robot. Skin Face robots have the face of a human, the body of a human, wears human clothes, if you weren't careful enough you'd run to one thinking it's one of the survivors when it's actually the deadliest thing that roams our streets, deadlier than Naked Face robots.

I've been doubting this radio frequency because the robots have access to every gadget there is. From small keypad phones to large computers, the robots see every activity that goes on on the internet and offline.

My main goal was to find the safe house, I talked to this man last year on a very unstable network line who gave me directions. But like I said, the line was unstable and his voice kept wavering making me unable to detect if it was really a human or a robot luring the remaining survivors to their deaths.

I quietly walk towards the cupboard only to find only two slices of stale bread, great, I had to go out for food today, whether I like it or not. I've been eating this bread for two weeks with only one slice per day.

I got used to the taste, I got used to the smell. I take one slice and shove it in my mouth, hungrily and down it with a glass of water.

I'm grateful that the robots didn't cut of our water supply, why would they,  they don't need it anyways.

I stand near the window with burglars and a long plain cloth as a curtain. I peep through the little hole I made in the middle and almost smile when I catch a rare sight of a little white bunny, jumping about in the forest sniffing around. Before I can blink twice, crimson coated fur fly in the air followed by its little limbs and I don't even flinch at the sight. The forest and the surrounding are quiet, except for the sound of the Sky Eye trying to detect any other movement from the forest.

I'm not even shaken by the sight, but it does shake my hopes of finding food today.

I quietly make my way towards the chair at the corner. Ontop of it is my bagpack, my most valuable item at the moment. It has a screwdriver, a knife, two bottles of water, a matchbox, a T-shirt and jeans then finally a picture in it.

I don't know how I would survive without my backpack. I use almost all the things I have inside when I go out for food, or when I move to a new place. Yes, I moved out of my house that very same year that tragedy struck. I couldn't live in the same space where all my happiest moments  turned into memories. The house reminded me of them, a lot.

The sun is high up in the blue skies that turns red during the night. Yes, there were no stars anymore and no moon. Robots aren't romantic.

I quickly pull up my backpack safely  behind my bag and pocket the knife, with the bottle of water in the outer pockets of the bag. The converse that is tightly tied on my feet is the only thing that doesn't make noise when I run. My feet are quiet on the concrete grounds but I'm fast. Hiding behind buildings and staying in the shadows seems to be an easy task now, I've done this multiple times.

I spend the next five minutes crawling through an underground passage I discovered four months ago when I moved to my new hideout. I haven't moved because the shops here are near and the underground passage is safer, unless there's a bot living here, waiting for someone like me, stupid enough to think the bots are stupid.