Murder Drones: Unforeseen Consequences (V X Human Male Reader)

Chapter 15: Adapting To Survive

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Fun fact, I don't have a fun fact, I just really wanted to write something here for no reason.

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Even after gaining consciousness the man couldn't move, limbs numb beyond feeling, finding moving to be a struggle. Pushing himself up his arms almost immediately gave out, slamming onto the metal flooring, head bouncing upon making impact. 'Ughhhh... Ga, fucking damnit....' He hissed out, pushing himself onto his back, where he was able to prop himself up on the wall. Rubbing at his eyes he tried to clear the blur in his vision, the only difference being a red substance spread along his fingers.

Pausing at the sight his mind didn't immediately piece together what he was seeing, blinking a few more times, as if expecting the sight to change. Raising a hand to his face he shakily felt around for what could be the cause of the bleeding, a pain shooting throughout his entire skill the moment he touched his forehead, yanking away his hand he hissed out in pain, taking a moment to catch his breath before slowly moving his hand back, slightly dragging the tip of his fingertips along his head, barely able to make feel of the skin that was peeling outwards, the depth of this wound unknow.

Letting his hand drop back down he rested his head against the wall, racking his mind at what to do with a wound. Wrap it right? But, with what? Looking around the pod he didn't see much that could be used, most of it just deformed metal and sparking wires. Suddenly he recalled the hunter's knife and looked down to his sleeve. That could stop the bleeding! He just has to find it.

Forcing himself up he looked around the pod, and upon his search he found a few things, none of them being a will to live. In fact it was almost the opposite! Turns out, along with most of the machinery that got deformed and melted from the flames, so did his stuff!

Kneeling down he peeled his medication bottle off the floor, half of the bottle stringing out in an orange goopy mess. Tilting what remained of the bottom of the bottle into his hand a little less than half of the medication came out, the rest either melted to the bottle. 'Tch, just great. This day can't get any worse can it?' He'd mumble, throwing the bottle away without a care, shoving the last remaining medicine into his pocket.

Both his gun and knife having both been ruined from the fire, entirely unusable. Well there goes that idea. After a minute of sitting in the chair, he let his mind try and simmer out, a constant ache crawling around his skull, the pain feeling to shift from each corner of his mind, thoughts in a slight fog. He really should get his head patched up.

Finally standing up he walked over to the large door, inputting the command to open it, but... Nothing.

Trying again he gained the same result, the door refusing to budge. 'What the hell? Seriously?' He groaned, throwing his arms up in the air in annoyance, turning on his heel. Rubbing his eyes he tried to figure out a way to open the door, maybe there was another command that could open it? Or some emergency systems? Or ma-

His thoughts came to a stop when he suddenly felt the lack of a mask on his face. Cursing under his breath he quickly scrambled around the pod, praying that it wasn't one of the few destroyed. Which to his, almost non-existent, luck it wasn't, sitting perfectly intact on the ground. Hastily fastening the straps he made certain it was gonna stay on this time.

Okay, so... What was I doing again? Pausing he looked around confused before his eyes landed on the door, snapping his fingers he quickly remembered his original motive, walking back over, but this time noticed a panel next to it with writing. It was emergency instructions, along the frame of the door should be 4 buttons, press them and the door will pop open apparently.