CHAPTER 7: POV: Survivor

[ They shoot her in the chest. She crumples to the ground as they shoot her again. All you can do is watch her getting shot while your slowly dying. 682 roars, but you make no attempt to cover your ears. 053 is bleeding, struggling to heal herself. 682 screeches again, angry at the injuring of 053. Maybe this really is the end.... ] --------------------------------------------- [ 053's POV ]

The pain I feel is unbearable. These MTF really have no mercy, huh. I try not to cry, or scream. I'm now used to holding in my feelings. The MTF reload and start shooting me again. 682 is roaring. He can feel my pain. Why is this happening? Your in a ball a few feet away. If I get you killed i'll be terminated, I don't want that to happen. Father will use the worst way. I need to get you back home..! I start to work more quickly, standing up slowly and grabbing their guns, shooting at least 3 MTF. One kicks me down, frowning at me. I frown right back at him an he shoots me. "Stupid!" I repeat and grab a gun. I shoot the remaining 2 MTF then flop to the ground in pain. You reach out your good arm shakily but return it. I smile. "Not easy, huh?" I ask, but all you can do is sigh in relief. "Come on, it doesn't hurt THAT bad, right?" I crawl over weakly. 682 starts moving again. "At least we're alive." You finally speak, clutching your left arm tightly as the blood starts to stop leaking. "No, at least YOUR alive." I giggle, breathing heavy as my wounds begin to heal. 682 growls softly. "Can it talk?" You ask, and I nod. "682 can talk, but he's just grumpy." I dig myself into 682's matted fur. You look up at the sky, the helicopters are still following you, but the old ones turn back, most likely requesting backup. Guess we better get ready for round two.