Run away.

Chapter 3 (Cody)

hey so I'm probably the worst  writer ever. I'm so lazy and wasn't bothered to update. This is really badly written and I haven't written a lot for this part. I've kind of lost motivation for this story. Lol anyway I'm going to carry on. Anyways thx

The changed walked in; it looked damaged; half of its metallic head was missing and drizzled bits of wire were sticking out. Ouch that must of hurt.

Dim, red eyes surveyed the shelter, studying each person. It was calculating, analysing from a place that seemed to be disconnected from it's body. It wasn't in control. Seeing the Changed from such a close distance, made me wonder if there's a human in there at all.

Or was it just a broken skull filled with filled with electrical circuits and a tampered DNA system. No, I can't feel sorry for this creature. I know as well as anyone else that this THING has no mercy. It has no empathy. It doesn't care about anyone or anything, even itself. I'd be surprised if it had any feelings at all.

Flashing sparks flew out of the damaged side of its face. It lurched forward; it's steps seemed broken and heavy. As it came towards us. It seemed to be struggling to walk. Their head was twitching manically, as if it was malfunctioning.

It let out a strangled cry "NO!"

"YOU WILL DIE!"

I don't think I've ever felt as much fear as I did then. This was it. I was dead. Man I'm scared. It's going to kill everyone here... damn.

As everyone braced for the impact of the Changed's rage, a piercing flash of luminous light filled the room. The booming sound of something exploding rattled my eardrums.

The Changed slammed onto the floor, with dramatic force. I gasped in shock. I was happy that it was dead, but whatever had just killed it, must have been even stronger.

I glanced at the gaping whole where the doorway once was. In it a figure stood, drenched in rain and their own sweat. In there arms they carried what appeared to be a machine gun.

They waltzed into the shelter and stood by the wall. They looked as if they were expecting something. Who was this person, and why did they own a machine gun?

"Are any of you gonna say thank you?"

The machine gun person said in a surprisingly feminine voice.

" I mean, I just saved all of your dumb asses. If I hadn't come along you'd all be dead meat."

Ok so this person is really intimidating and slightly vain. Great. I had a feeling that they would try to boss me around and let me tell you something, I HATE being bossed around.

A few people murmured thank you in response. One person shouted loudly

"You have a machine gun so Cool!"

I sighed at this comment, this was not the time to be making conversation. We are in the apocalypse people, for goodness sake.

The person, seemingly tried of standing by the wall, decided to sit down. Please don't sit by me, please don't sit by me, please don't sit by me...

Just my luck the person sat down right next to me. Whyyyy

At of all the places in the room, they chose to sit next to me. This was so annoying. They had just saved my life and now that they'd sat near me I felt obligated to thank them and praise them, tell them their so amazing and whatnot.

"Sooo" I started. Not really sure what to say.

"What," they answered

"Nothing" I replied

Gahh this was so awkward.

A/N
Thanks for reading
I know it's short. I'm not sure how to carry on from here though. I'll probably get inspiration soon.

What have you been doing to pass the time?