'Like Every Storm Runs Out Of Rain'

An empty breeze blew through the desolate wasteland. The barren terrain scared by man's rage. The unforgiving landscape displayed the acerbic destruction like a disturbed Picasso portrait. Small mechanical clicks sliced the silence in two. Snuffling sounded from behind a sheet of rusted tin. It's cold metallic clash made a bright contrast with the eerie silence as it fell away. A small silver head popped up out of the rubble. The small dog like creature made it's way through the wreckage. Its tires whirred and spat. Another gust blew sending small shreds of metal and wood towards the pocket-sized robot.