I was roasting some meat, when I heard a branch break. I quickly grabbed my gun and aimed it in the direction of the sound. My brain started to surge. I couldn't malfuncton now. I was to vunerable. I hadn't had a tune up in two weeks. I needed to be tough. No malfuntions. Not right now. "Easy there, girl. I just wanna help." said a voice. I didn't reply. Too risky. "Lay down the gun, girl. I ain't gonna hurt ya." A face came into view. My system couldn't resist scanning him. Soon, his whole life was in front of my face.
Mason Gheymen
Age 38
Spouse Diane Klarke Gheymen (Late)
Offspring Reginald Gheymen (Late) Giona Gheymen
Nationality Irish, Russian
Then, I saw that he was in arms reach. "I saw your smoke and decided to see what was going on." I looked at my fire, then back at him. "Listen, I run a group back at the Harold mansion a few miles back. I wanted to see if you would like to join us." I still didn't respond. "We have food, water, shelter. And by the looks of it you have none of that." I stared at him, he stared at me. " If you wanna come, just come with me if you don't, then stay here and die. Winter's comin' in a few days. Here in Melvin, it's gets cold. Real cold." Then, he turned around and walked into the brush. I thought this over. Even if I was a computer and I could over ride my drive, that could crash my system, killing me. "Wait." I heard his footsteps stop. I grabbed my pack and put out the fire. "I'm coming, but only for the sake of survival." "Yeah, yeah. Just come on. I gotta get back to me group." I ran to catch up and then we came up to a SUV, zombies surrounding it. "I should've turned off me headlights! Girl, I'm unarmed. Cover me and I'll get to the car." I did as told to impulse to my Obedience chip. I shot each zombie square in his face with the help of my handy scale. When they were all dead, I hopped in the car and looked right into Mason's eyes. "The name's Robin."
