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Chapter 2: The World That Has Died

"Are you my operator?" the android Asked.
"N-no" Said Alistair hesitantly
"Then who are you?" Said the android.

Alistair looked at the android again.
Then, he got up and cleared his throat.

"I am Alistair. I'm a scientist working for the royal government, well, I used to be, until this war came out of nowhere." Alistair stated.

"A war?" The android questioned

"Right.. I'm guessing you've been inactive for quite a long time. Well, how should start-"
As Alistair was about to explain, the building shakes and rumbles.

"Shit! I forgot about the building. It could collapse in a matter of seconds." Alistair said.

Alistair and the android are seeminly trapped in the room, with no way out. In a couple of seconds, the building falls down, like how a tower of cards topples over after it gets knocked.
With not even a proper conversation with the android, Alistair falls through floors through floors.

Once the building had been destroyed, everything is in a dense smoke. Its so dense that even you cant see anything around you.
Alistair goes unconscious for hours upon hours.
The android, however gets up, with only a minor scratch. She then looks for the unconscious Alistair.
"locating. locating..." the android assures herself.
"Target, acquired"
Alistair, still unconscious from the collapse has his right arm stuck in debris. He is bleeding badly.

"It seems near impossible to live in this state." The android spoke.
The android, with her one arm pushes the rubble aside to free Alistair.

"chances of living: 10%. It won't hurt to make an attempt to recover." The android says.

The android makes an attempt at carrying the unconscious body. She takes his body to a small house that didn't got fully destroyed. Its not much, but its a more stable, habitable place.

"I shall lay you here to rest, my operator."
She lays Alistair on a tattered couch. The Android then relized, he is still wounded.
"The chances to living if his wound are treated: 50%-70%. Maybe that will help."

The android finds tattered cloth from a window shade and a penknife.

"Maybe this will help" The android reassured herself.
She ties the cloth around the bleeding areas, and picks out any shard of glass or debris that is stuck to him.
"The forehead, right arm, abdomen are the most wounded. His status: healing." The android said.

Its night time. Alistair is still healing, while the android goes outside to see what used to be a street filled with people with lifes that all mattered. While walking, she finds a photo of what seems to be the street she is standing in.

"Examining photo. This is the street, yet, everything looks, dead. Has the world died in a span of one day? almost everything is reduced to rubble, yet, there is a premonating fear to it all."

"If everything is dead, why does it also feel like its living?"