Diary Extract 1 – The Runner

17 Jul 2018

Ran into more of those dog-like robots today. We were scavenging for scraps and leftovers in someone’s old shed when we heard movement outside. Of course my idiot of a friend had to stick his head out to investigate and was immediately detected by one of those things despite it being pitch black outside. One of them must have had some way of seeing in the dark.

We were pinned down, had to make a run for it or risk dying in that shed. Turns out there were more than one of them waiting for us. I swear, I could hear the bullets whizz past my face. Starting to think they move in packs, this is the third time we’ve been forced to flee from several at once.  

Also turns out you don’t want to get too close to them. One charged me as I ran past, managed to knock me to the ground. Scraped my arm up real good on the pavement, but thankfully the gang noticed and managed to down it quickly. That didn’t seem to deter the rest though, so we ran as fast as we could. Thinking of calling them Runners.