Tommy followed his classmates back to their classroom, the sound of laughter and chatter filling the air as they made their way inside after lunch. They had just finished playing soccer outside when the bell rang, signalling it was time to head back in. The group of kids moved slowly through the large structure, still buzzing with the energy from their game. As Tommy and his friends entered the hallway, they joined other students who were scattered around, talking and laughing amongst themselves. The mood was light, and none of them paid much attention to their surroundings as they walked.
Just as Tommy and his friends entered their classroom, the Terminator stepped into the hall. The two narrowly missed each other, passing within feet but remaining unaware of the other's presence. The Terminator, focused on its objective, didn't detect Tommy as he walked by, and Tommy, lost in conversation with his friends, didn't notice the imposing figure of the man in a police uniform.
The Terminator moved methodically down the hallway, scanning each face it passed. Its head turned to the left, missing Tommy, who had entered a classroom on the right. Unaware of the danger so close by, Tommy sat down at his desk, pulling out his books as he and his classmates waited for the teacher to arrive.
Meanwhile, the Terminator stopped at the classroom on the left and stepped inside. The teacher, busy organizing papers, looked up and noticed the man in the police uniform standing in the doorway.
"Can I help you with something?" the teacher asked, a hint of curiosity in their voice.
The Terminator's cold gaze met the teacher's. "I'm looking for Tommy Harris," it replied, its voice flat and emotionless.
"Not in this classroom, sorry," the teacher replied, offering a polite smile.
"Where is he?" the Terminator asked, its tone unwavering.
The teacher frowned, puzzled by the intensity of the question. "I'm not sure. But he's not in here."
Without another word, the Terminator turned and exited the room. It glanced across the hallway at the room opposite but decided to continue down the hall, methodically searching for Tommy. It entered the next classroom, repeating the process, and systematically checking each room.
Meanwhile, outside, Darcy's car came to a screeching halt. He jumped out, his heart pounding as he sprinted toward the school steps, knowing time was running out.
Darcy burst through the front door of the school, his eyes darting around as he tried to figure out where to start. Panic set in, but he quickly made a decision and turned to the right, sprinting down the hallway. As he ran past one classroom and rounded a corner, the Terminator emerged from another room, its cold eyes scanning the hallway before heading in the opposite direction of Tommy's classroom.
The Terminator moved with purpose, entering the classroom where Tommy sat. The teacher was in the middle of talking when the Terminator stepped in. Tommy, his head down as he rummaged through his backpack, didn't notice the intruder at first.
"I'm looking for Tommy Harris," the Terminator stated, its voice flat and emotionless.
"Tommy?" the teacher called out, drawing the boy's attention.
Tommy looked up from his bag, his gaze meeting the Terminator's. In that instant, the machine's HUD lit up, and its targeting system locked onto him. Tommy frowned, confused, as the Terminator's internal systems confirmed its target.
Target: Tommy Harris > Confirmed
Objective: Terminate
"Yes, sir?" Tommy asked softly, his voice uncertain.
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Terminator - Dying Light
Ciencia FicciónWhen twelve-year-old Tommy Harris becomes the target of a merciless machine from the future, his life changes forever. A T-800 terminator, programmed to terminate, hunts him down. But hope arrives in the form of Darcy, a Resistance fighter sent back...
