When A Dog Dreams To Death

Oil

Khan woke with a jolt, his eyes frantically looking around the room, hollowed with fear.

His shallow breathing settled down once he realized he was fine, in his room, on his bed. He was okay. He was alright. He was home.

He reached up to pull out his charger when he realized that it wasn't plugged in. Khan felt around his neck and realized that it must've gotten unplugged and tangled around his throat while he was in sleep mode.

He grabbed the cord and untangled it from his neck, tossing it on the floor and groaned.

Khan checked his battery life.

57%. Should be enough to last him the day.

He got up from his bed, rubbing the screen that was his eyes and yawning.

As he got up from his bed, he stumbled slightly, before catching himself with the wall.

The Worker Drone walked over to his closet, grabbed his typical blue coat, put it on, and then grabbed his helmet and goggles from a hook.

He walked out of his room and made his way down the hallway, peeking into Uzi's room to make sure she didn't oversleep again.

No sign of her.

"Huh- she must've actually set her alarm today," Khan chuckled to himself, continuing his way down the hallway.

He checked the time on the corner of his screen. Wincing slightly once he saw how late it was.

"9:46? Jeez- guess I'm the one that overslept"

The Worker Drone sighed, walking towards his front door and walking out into the hallways of the bunker. He enjoyed taking a certain route that wasn't used by most Worker Drones, meaning he got a few extra minutes of silence before having to deal with his coworkers.

This time, he seemed to barely register that it was quiet. Because to him, it wasn't.

He could somehow hear the talking and moving of Worker Drones who were still in their homes, or completely different hallways. That isn't right, the walls were practically sound-proof. So why could he hear all of this?

Maybe he's just come down with a virus. Yeah! That's what it must be!

His train of thought was abruptly cut off by someone's voice.

"Oi! Khan!"

Khan looked up from his gaze on the floor to see his coworkers, all at the table and playing cards. Like usual.

Until he noticed that there were only 4 people.

"Where's everyone else?", He asked, gesturing to the practically empty table.

"You don't remember? They were killed by the Disassembly Drones last week...", One of the other Worker Drones spoke up. Joe? Or was his name Jacob?

Oh well.

"O-oh, yeah. I remember now...", Khan answered, confused about how he was able to forget something so depressing and recent at that.

Maybe this virus was worse he originally thought.

Khan sighed once more, finding his place at the table. One of his coworkers started to deal cards for a new game.

A few turns were played before Khan spaced out.

All Khan could hear was two people fighting.

"You can't save him!"

"Yes, I can! It's not impossible!"