Chapter 9: VROOM VROOM- OH CRAP THAT AINT GOOD

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A/N: i just hope i can write chapters like the last one again. sorry for late post, life got in the way (high school), and my dumb keyboard keeps double spacing

Apologies for the mediocre chapter and ridiculous wait time

Recap: You and Robert break into the bunker, get tools, food, and water, fight V, and escape. The worker drone attack on the murder drones is postponed as they redirect forces to attack humans coming for you and Robert. Dexter Industries CEO is secretly sabotaging their attack on you and Robert.

VEGANS; WARNING:

[If you're vegan then you can stop reading if you feel uncomfortable. If you want to continue, then just a warning: you will eat some meats in the future to get the proteins, which you need. You will get the protein through meat since there isn't a large variety of vegetables available.This is done in order to keep the survival aspect of this fic realistic. You gotta make do with what you have.]

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You and Robert tried to catch some sleep in the pickup truck that you ran into, but it was just too cold. Daytime was cold enough, so why did night have to be even colder?

You groaned, as all your muscles were aching and tired. You set your backpacks into the back of the cab, where several other seats were.

"Damn, it's freezing in here. Does this car have a heater?" you asked Robert, who was rubbing his hands together and blowing on them. He sat in the driver's seat.

"Not sure. If we can turn this car on then yeah," Robert replied, using his cold hands to grab around the steering wheel to find any car keys.

"That's great," you started to use the limited light coming in from the windows to look at the center console to help with the search for the keys. You would be lucky if they were even in here.

You opened the glovebox and searched inside. While there were no keys, there were things that were very useful. You pulled out a paper map, which was falling apart, a couple of phone chargers, vehicle registration papers, and a small booklet with the truck's servicing record.

"Look at this stuff," you showed Robert.

"And look at this," Robert dangled the keys in front of you.

"Nice. Who gets the honors?" you asked him.

"You can do it," Robert said, tossing you the keys.

"Alright!" you got out of the truck and switched spots with Robert. You sat down in the driver's seat, using the dim moonlight to find the keyhole. You looked around the steering wheel and found it.

You pushed in the key and turned it twice. The electronic dash lit up, with various gauges lighting up.

The fuel gauge displayed that the gas tank was a quarter full, with the speedometer and engine heat obviously at zero, which was expected, since the engine was off.

"Well, everything's looking fine," you reported to Robert.

"Yeah, then start this bad boy up!" Robert exclaimed, rubbing his hands together in anticipation.

You pushed the key in further and turned it once more, and the engine sputtered.

"C'mon, don't be difficult," you complained, smacking the dashboard.

You turned it again, and it sputtered a few more times.

You smacked it again and turned the key.

This time, the engine purred to- no, roughly coughed to life. The sound of the engine alone would be enough to alert any life forms within 20 miles that you and Robert were here.

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