We drove down the road in silence, Mason panting like he had done some hard work. Oh, I forgot. Humans have the anxiety trait, which makes them pant out of the scary of the moment. "So, uh, were you in a group before you ended up in the woods?" asked Mason, still panting like a dog. I was truly from an Australian lab for Robotic Teens. But, my creator decided that he wanted me to see more of the world because he had gotten me a new hard drive that could hold more information. So, he brought me here to his hometown, Melvin, Tennessee, so I could meet his family and he would laugh in there faces that his franchise shot off and their stuck in this small town. But, sadly a disease broke out that made people become complete and utter mindless beings, zombies to some. I couldn't say all this to Mason though, so I said "I was with my father. He got bit in the earlier process of this uprising." It wasn't a total lie. My CREATOR got bit. Not necessarily my father. I hoped that sounded like a normal thing humans say. "You sound to proper to be from Melvin." Guess not. I kept the lie going. "I'm not from here. I lived in Richmond, Virginia. My dad was originally from here, though." That sounded better. "What about you? Have any connection to Melvin?" "Well, me and my wife moved here about a month ago. By the way, my name is-" "Mason. Mason Gheymen." Oh no. "How do you know my name?" I had to think quick. Should I just tell him I am a robot? No, it's way to soon and he might take advantage of me. Improvise, girl. "You, uh, told me before we got to the car. When the zombies were surrounding." I made it sound like he just didn't remember. "Well, me memory is about to go to shames anyways. Thanks for telling me." "Welcome." I didn't even notice we had pulled up into a rocky driveway. Soon enough, we pulled up in front of the mansion.
