TRS (The Robot Survivors.)

Chapter 17

 Paul stepped out of the hospital room. Robert had bandaged his hand.

"Paul, where were you?" called Anton when he saw Paul.

"Hunting."

"What happened?"

"There was a cannibal." Paul whispered.

"What happened to him?" asked Anton even though he knew what had probably happened.

"He's dead." Paul said blankly, he wasn't proud of what he had done.

"How did he die?"

"I-I strangled him." Paul said feeling terrible.

"Well, at least you're all right, you got back to the bunker fine."

"I know but if the cannibals find their man dead, they're most likely to attack even more viciously." Paul said.

"Well, we'll have to fight back harder then."

"Has John said anything about you getting kicked out." Paul asked.

"I was actually going to talk to him now." said Anton.

"Alright, see you later then."

"I think someone wants you." said Anton nodding towards Isabella who was standing in the middle of the corridor.

Paul looked around and walked over to her.

"Why didn't you tell me you were gone?!" said Isabella.

Paul opened his bedroom door and walked inside. Isabella followed. Paul closed the door and locked it.

"I didn't want you to worry."

"Well, I was worrying more than I would've been if you had told me you were going!"

"Shh, shh, shh." said Paul putting his finger to her mouth.

"It doesn't matter now, I'm back safe and sound." he said slowly lowering her onto his bed.

"I'm here now." Paul kissed her. He took of his shirt and continued kissing her. Isabella got undressed aswell.

"Are you still mad at me?"

"Not really." said Isabella.

"Good." said Paul kissing her again. They both lay down on his bed. Paul had finally stopped thinking of the man he'd killed.

 *

Anton walked into John's office.

"John." Anton said.

John was sitting at his desk reading 'Old Celtic Romances'. It was a book he had read before but something about it made him forget about what was going on in the world, if only for a short time.

"What?" said John not looking up from his book.

"I wanted to talk to you about what happened between me, Gerry and the Mad man."

"Hmm."

"Where are you keeping him?"

"Why do you care?"

"I want to have a word with him after."

"We're keeping him locked up in a room with a metal door. We are feeding him."

"Okay."

"So, the Mad man claims that he has made the robots."

"And you believe that nutter?"

"Well, he's wearing a uniform that they wore in the robot making factory."

"He could've stolen it." said John reasonably.