"Hey! Hey! Wake up! Can you here me?" A familiar female's voice call out to me. "H-huh?" I say as I rub my head and open my eyes. "What just happened?" I ask, looking at the woman shaking me. "Oh my god I thought I killed you." She replied, still shaking me. I push away from her so she can stop. "Bridget what did you do?" I question. Bridget is her name. She lives with me at RCRS. she has really long and pretty hair. And she's beautiful too, but her quirkiness overshadows it. Her co-workers say that I act more mature than her and sadly it's true. Once she was instructed to not press a button on one of the artificial limb prototypes and of course she did it anyways. Ended up setting the place on fire, luckily it wasn't major.
"I accidentally shot you with what ever that thing is...you have to admit, it looks pretty cool...right?" She claimed. As I remove my hand she gave out a little yelp. "WOah...uh you look really nice today" Bridget said, faking a smile. I give her an irritated look. I roll my eyes and walk away finding the bathroom. "She's gonna kill me" Bridget whines as she bites her nails. As I graze my hand across the wall to turn on the lights; the expression on my face goes from serious to shocked then to anger in a matter of seconds. "There is a fucking scratch on my forehead!" I yelled as I look at the scratch right above my left eye. You're probably wondering how I'm still alive though I was shot in the head. Well because like I've told you before, I'm a cyborg. But just because I'm a cyborg doesn't mean I can't get severely injured, get sick, or even die. If you think about it I'm still human, just a bit advanced.
A door closes in the distance. I can hear someone taking their shoes off and grocery bags rustling in their arms. "Hello! Anybody home?" A males voice erupts from the main room. I groan as I hear his voice echo through the house. "It's good to see you too Misty" the man said. I assume that he heard me. "Good afternoon Mr.Barlow" Bridget greets him. Mr.Barlow is the CEO of RCRS. He's a very tall man, looks like he could have been in war or something. His hair is black and the sides are grey. Very cold and dull blue eyes. I hate him with a passion. Actually I hate everyone here with a passion. Except for Bridget. She surprisingly holds a special place in my heart, though I try to deny it a lot. She actually cares about me and treats me like a human being. Every time Mr.Barlow shows up I always stay away from him and avoid any conversation or contact with that man. I finally walk out of the bathroom, hiding the left side of my face with my bangs. As I sit on the couch, there is an awkward silence going around the room. It may have been seconds but it felt like several minutes. "Bridget?" Mr.Barlow breaks the silence as he walks to the couch to sit down. "Yes?" She quickly said. "How are those files? Any changes?" Mr.Barlow ask. "Ah, I'll go check on them now, I'll get them done as soon as I can" she replies. "Oh there's no need to rush" He assures and throws a glance at me then looks back at Bridget. "Please take your time" he added. I could tell that calmed Bridget down as I watched all the tenseness in her body flow out of her.
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Dawn of the others
FantasíaPeople are being fooled by the government. Thinking about how normal their lives are going. Feels as if it's a fantasy but they don't know what is happening in reality. As terrible virus outbreaks causing a zombie apocalypse to occur. Who is respons...
