SILAS
The sun rises. The near-total darkness of the night recedes, replaced by a hazy, greyish-blue light which settles over everything. Above, the clouds are dark and grey and roiling, like a thick, bubbling gruel. The wind rushes forcefully against my back, whistling in high-pitched shrieks as it's caught between the two canal walls on either side of me.
I run. Away from Sal—a pile of metal parts that used to be a person. Away from the dark, looming shape of the ship, and the machines pursuing me. Away from the past. Away from death.
Towards...I don't know.
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Blast Protocol
Ficção CientíficaFire. Bullets. Blades. An army of machines bent on his capture, and destroying and killing everyone-and everything- around him. And Silas thought that his lonely existence sucked before the car crash...at least then, there weren't Bio-Droids hunting...
