Curse this day and everything in it! Why can it never be simple? Why can’t a routine scavenge run in a newly discovered village go smoothly? Why do the machines have to come up with new ways to find and attack us? We were being so good too, methodical. Scanned each room, looking for info on where the others had gone, then moved on. We were making record time. And then we saw it.

Or maybe it’s more accurate to say that we heard it first. It looked like something straight out of a science-fiction movie, this weird little machine hovering just a few feet off the ground. It wasn’t particularly big or threatening, what with its small body, dangling legs and small jet engines keeping it airborne. But the noise it was emitting had us on edge, this weird digital sound that was a combination of buzzing, beeping and screeching. Not only that, but it seemed to be scanning its surroundings, looking for who knows what. Like some kind of scout, a Seeker.

Of course it managed to spot us. And then it began making a new series of noises that almost sounded like it was processing what it was looking at. We turned around to sneak out of there, and that’s when the blasted thing started to let off a really loud and abrasive noise. It could only have been some kind of alarm, for shortly thereafter we heard the distinct sound of Runners heading our way. Another pack no less. Once again we were forced to run out of there as fast as we could before we got overwhelmed. But we made sure to shoot the damn thing down first. Always hated tattletales.