Untitled Post Apocalyptic Story

**UPDATE**
I don't know where this story is going. Still.
However I didn't like the perviously published part 2 (published a long time ago) so I've scrapped it and put it in the work shop until further notice. The new part 2 is a totally different character and a new story line. Enjoy.
As the banging noise got louder so did the cursing,
"Fires are not allowed in the city," said a metallic voice.
"F*** you!" Yelled a man. The smell of smoke hit her suddenly making her empty belly roll.
"Cursing is not an acceptable response, please try again." Then a whirl of machinery.
"I'm not lighting a fire, my ride is on fire," the man said, almost calmly.
"Lying is not an acceptable response, please try-" CLANG!
"Hitting a Techbot is not an acceptable re-" CLANG, "Hitting a-" CLANG!, "Hitting -" CLANG!
Durr rounded the store.
Rubble littered the large area, pavement crumbling over the years with added garbage and antique cars. One car stood out among the others, mostly because a fire was burning in the open hood. Amidst the mini landfill, close to the burning vehicle, a man grappled a N16H7 Techbot. "Life form please stand-" CLANG! " -ck from this confrontation."
"The f*** you callin' 'life form' you no good trashcan!" The man was tall, over six foot, though he was bent at the middle, both black boots planted in the bots chest, wrestling a metal pipe from it's claws.
"Violence is not an acceptable response, please try again."
"Give me my pipe!"
"Your weapon is confiscated until further notice."
"F*** YOU!" The man tugged at the pipe, then glanced at Durr. "AHH!" The man dropped like a stone onto the ground, forgetting the pipe, then scrambled behind the bot. The bot whirled and moved away from the man. The man followed the bot, keeping it between himself and Durr.
"You cannot hide from my sensors," the bot stated.
"I'm hiding from the zombie, not you."
*EXCERPT FROM PRT3 TO BE POSTED 6-10-17*