Exiled - Murder Drones Reader Self-Insert [HIATUS]

Chapter 14: A boring filler chapter

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The last few days before the manhunt had gone by in a blur. Or rather, more accurately, a sleepy haze of exhaustion and pain. You and Robert had slept through most of the days, occasionally taking a painkiller from the first aid kit. C came and went, scavenging for supplies to ready up the candy shop as a safe house.

The best you and Robert could do was hide somewhere, and if you were caught, run away, lose the pursuers, and hide in the candy shop.

C had been working overtime, working, working, and barely stopping to take a drink to refill his oil reserves, and working.

He had brought in another newer map of the city, one with brighter colors and larger text.

You and Robert, in your brief moments of lucidity, had pored over the map, trying your best to find a place to hide. All the work done and the injuries over the past few days had drained all energy, but not enough that you couldn't heat up your food and consume it. Barely enough for survival

When you woke up the day before the manhunt, you saw C had put up several thick metal panels that looked like they had been violently ripped from existing walls onto the front windows. The walls were covered in thinner metal sheets, held up by a large variety of screws and crossbeams. C was installing a thick slab of metal over the door.

You made a mental note to thank him later, for turning this small candy shop into a nearly impenetrable fortress of steel and aluminum - well, impenetrable unless the bozos over at JcWhat'sHisFace dropped several tons of explosive ordnance over the entire city.

"Hey, you're awake. How are you feeling?" C asked, using a plasma arc torch to weld plates of metal together.

"Awful," you said, sitting up, yawning. Your sleep pattern had been upturned with the arrival of C, but it was a necessary sacrifice for being under his protection.

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The candy shop no longer looked like a candy shop. Plates of metal, more metal, and... more metal lay everywhere. Some were pulled from vehicles, some were pulled from walls, but most were scrapped from the bunker. Some drones had cleaned out the insides (mostly), but the outer door seal was made from sheets of metal thick enough to be protective, but not too thick that C wouldn't be able to pull and rip it off.

Sure, his servos and motors had worked overtime, but it was worth it. For him, protecting his friends was all that mattered.

He sighed, checking his constantly declining oil reserves. Low, as always. He would have to make a final run later, to top off his tanks and to save some for the long days ahead, where collection and gathering would be much, much harder.

C had taken it to himself to clean the weapons of Y/N and Robert, and to make sure their helmets and stuff were all fixed up, to the best of his ability.

The ballistic vests now had thin sheets of scavenged titanium plating (that C was sure had more weld than plating), the helmets had small amounts of lead hammered into the holes, which were then plated with some more thin plates of titanium bent into shape.

There were also steel plates covering the shoulders, the more sensitive spots between the legs, and some various other weak spots C couldn't be bothered to describe to the reader— AHEM – C couldn't be bothered to pay much attention to; as they were minor spots that looked pretty important.

He was really tired. At night, he flew out and collected resources, ammo, and other various items, such as frozen food and first aid. During the day, he spent most of his time reinforcing and carefully adding new panels of metal to the thick walls of more ferrous metals.