One hour

1:46

1:46 - My hands grasped at the crumbling concrete edges; fingers latching to the side of the building. The metal were coming. They started running toward us. But I stood. Defiant in the face of a villainous rule. The metal came closer; but only edging toward us.
1:47 - It was time. The metal was here. Tanks edged further. We were unarmed. But we needed to maintain our spirit. The immortals and I had nothing to lose; but the rest of the meat did. So I had a plan. But I had to wait until the tanks were closer.
1:48 - They were mere metres from us.

"Run!"

1:49 - The rest of the meat were running. Immortals still stood. The tanks had turned. They were turning to the meat. The meat had run to the metal's mainframe. They needed to shut the metal down. They needed me.

But I couldn't help.

I had my own problems.

The vice had come back.

1:50 - I fell to the ground. This was the worst attack I had had. The metal thought that it was their doing. They thought that they had won.

But they hadn't. 

1:51 - The meat needed me. They couldn't do it alone. But for me, the world had gone black; all I could hear were faint screams.

Suddenly, I felt a hard weight, pushing me to the ground. I was numb.

I heard the most terrifying element; silence.

Because the world, for those short moments, disappeared.

Slowly slipping away.