The Evrensel Conflict -- Chapter 1.2: The Hardest Day is Now

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#21
Dusk
As soon as Dusk waved at the cowboy and his trigger happy ally, they disappeared from view, instead, being replaced by an ocean tide. He looked up to see a mesmerizing sun blazing a calming light. He stared at the sunset, having never seen a true sunset above a body of water. The only type of sunset he was used to seeing was over a large wall covered in vines and cracks. Dusk noticed something streaming from his eyes and touched to see what it was. He looked down at his hand to see nothing but water in his hand. Tears dripped from his face. Dusk then touched the hand to his throat, feeling something strange. It felt almost like a release of tension, an eradication of stress. A small sound similar to a bird’s singing came emanated from him. He stood there for several minutes, forgetting the ordeal of zombies and fire. Dusk was at peace for a while until he felt something on his back. A glacial wind pushed him off his feet face first into the water. The sand, sun, and peace disappeared instantly as Dusk stared at the tile from the walmart. As he lay prone Tears still dripped softly onto the floor. Another emotion hit him, more familiar than the earlier one on the beach. Dusk angrily slammed a fist onto the ground, denting the tile below him and causing a few tiles to fly upwards. He sat there in his anger, daring not to move and hit something else. Dusk barely noticed the rumbling.
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Trigger
Trigger looked around at the small beach. He thought he was teleported again, but there was no green flash that had given him warning before. He looked down to see that most of his gear was gone and it was replaced by blue jeans and a black t-shirt, His gas mask was also no longer present. “What the hell…” Trigger said, somehow not suffocating from the lack of the mask’s oxygen. Something splashed in the water next to him. Trigger turned to see a man about the age of 40 walking towards him. “Hey Thomas, it’s been a while” the man said. An image flashed across Thomas’ mind. He remember the man on a wooden floor, covered in blood, along with Trigger’s own butterfly knife sticking out of the man’s throat. “Dad?” was all Trigger could say before being shoved into the ocean. He woke up back in the old walmart, his childhood memories just as scrambled as before. An old soup can fell from a nearby shelf and hit Trigger’s back, bringing him back into the moment. He stood up and noticed the rumbling. He assumed several other building were falling. “Did that happen to anyone else or just me?” a few other cans fell off shelves from the rumbling, “actually, let’s talk about that later we gotta leave!” He said as he tried to help everyone else up.
 

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#22
With Arthur calmed down and no longer aggressive towards Dusk, Luer relaxed. He was expecting the cowboy to take the lead and show them the way out, but instead he disappeared. In fact everyone did. “A-Arthur…? Fox?” He called, blinded by light he had to close his eyes so he had hoped for a response. But with nothing he dared to avert his gaze to try scanning his surroundings for what happened. He was shocked to see not the strange building they were all in together. Instead he was on a beach.

This made no sense. He glanced briefly towards the light from earlier, since it was too bright to look at he did not linger on it. This was concerning. What happened to everyone? Did they just blow up and he was actually dead? “What is going on now…?” He was less calmed by this and more unsettled than ever now. He walked the shoreline for a bit, trying to find people before letting his gaze fall back over the horizon. The sun had nearly fully set now. It was disturbingly peaceful and he did not like it.

He stared over the horizon before feeling a push against his back like he was hit with something and he fell forward into the water. Or at least, he thought he did. Instead he hit his head on the hard tiled floor of the building he was in before, causing him to groan and sit up. Everything is shaking, and from the sounds of it the others were back. He shook off what just happened, taking the help up from Trigger. He brought his bow forward at the ready and nodded. “Agreed.” He said simply, and waited for someone to take the lead out of this place. Whatever happened he could work it out later.
 
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#23
"Yeah, what do you need me to do--- Hey!" Prophet stated as he felt the same thing as everyone else, he felt himself transported all of a sudden onto a random island which seemed Perfect. Too perfect. Looking around, he held his SCAR tightly as he kept his guard up in case this world had tricks up it's sleeves. "Hey, is someone there?!" He called out but with no answer. He was completely alone on this mysterious perfect island. "Scanning... Readings unknown. Situation matches no existing parameters. Location unknown. No entities in vicinity." "Just great. Guess I'm stuck here then. Might as well make the most of it."

A few minutes later and he found himself being pushed by a large gust of wind. "Power Activated." Spoke the suit as the enhanced strength function of the Nanosuit kicked in in order to keep his balance. However the wind was somehow even stronger than his suit's capabilities would handle, completely draining all energy reserves and pushing him into the water. "Water detected. Chance of drowning 100%. Rebreather engaged. Vital signs stabilising. Pressure reverted. Energy reserves replenishing."

But then he discovered that now instead of falling down into the depths of the ocean, he had returned back to reality by smashing against the ground, leaving a sizable crater behind. Standing back up, he found he was reunited with the rest of the group as he activated his Visor to detect anything. "Are you guys okay? What's everyone's status?"
 
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#24
Jester and Scott McCall

Scott and Jester looked over at the noise and he noticed the lights. He had seen them before and he knew that it couldn't be any good that whatever they were was currently here in the place with them. He would grab Jester and pulled her down and looked around the corner with her. He was pretty sure that she wasn't someone who had encountered guns before and something in his gut just told him that she was someone impulsive and stupid enough to run directly into gun fire.

Jester wanted to go and use guiding bolt, but the other person was quite literally holding her back from being impulsive. She groaned. Why did everyone treat her like such a kid? Why didn't anyone treat her like a person? Why was it the only person that she could rely on was the Traveler? God, where was the Traveler? She give a low argument to Scott and wondered what had happened. " If we don't get rid of those things- "

" Robots is a good word for them, but if you attack them-" All around them, their surroundings were fading around them.

The sun seemed so tranquil, but there was this underlying tension that he had forgotten something. He didn't even think as he thought about how nice everything was. It felt so good to be here.

Jester was on a beach... it was so calm and peaceful. And Jester felt old and horrible memories resurfaced as she had no control over the time she had kidnapped. The silence as she felt herself be kidnapped. She hated the feeling. Though, it was hard to hate in this place. Really hard. The tranquil nature battling against Jester's own dark memories of the past. She couldn't think straight right now- not about anything, just wishing that for the calm to end so that the darkness in her mind could quill. As she battled between the good and bad memories, she snapped out of it and noticed the robots were disoriented and Scott was far enough. " Guiding Bolt!" She aimed it at a robot and it would be a controlled lightning bolt aimed at them. She knew that it would probably be mad and casted Blink, disappearing and appearing near Scott.

It took Scott a few moments to snap out of it, but he felt a tug on his arm. " Jester.... what did you do?" He asked.

" Well, I casted Guiding Bolt on one of the robots and-" Jester would disappear and reappear on the other side of Scott. " We probably should run." Jester would disappear again and be ahead of Scott.

Scott would finally notice there were others here. " So.... in case you didn't hear her... we kind of have the robots here and I don't think they are too happy to see us." He would hope that would enough to get their attention before he would turn to run after Jester... who was currently blinking in and out of existence.

Jester realized that casting Blink probably was a bad idea. She forgot it took a lot of control to not disappear.

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#25
Arthur, rubbing his forehead, as he landed on it, replied to Prophet with a resounding, "Mild pain and a headache, but I'm fine." Whatever the hell happened, Trigger was making a very good point. Getting the fuck outta dodge. A rustling was made just near Arthur, behind one of the shelves, it was a pair of footprints making a dash towards the group, and Arthur's mind immediately went to 'possessed zombies.' The moment Scott and Jester popped their heads around the corner, Arthur's revolver was aimed at their heads. Thankfully, Arthur wasn't concussed by his fall, and within mini-seconds he realized these were actually people...... Well, the one blinking in and out of reality wasn't. "Jesus Christ!" He shouted out, taken aback by the two.

"For the love of-- Can we please stop having people pop outta nowhere!" He shouted aloud. I mean, most of everyone who showed up in the group just popped out of nowhere, they weren't very good at introduce themselves, and it was getting really repetitive. "And what the hell's a goddamn 'robot?--" Before anyone could answer that question, a bullet went flying passed Arthur's head. It missed, and quickly the cowboy dropped to the ground. More gunshots were fired through the shelves, meaning no one could see who was firing, and they couldn't fire back. The bullets were as green as the green flash that brought them here, and they tore through the shelves like a hot knife to butter. That whole legion of robot soldiers were lined up like a firing squad, as it seemed they weren't thrilled with Jester attacking them.

The bullets must've been made from plasma, because a stray one would hit Prophet in the shoulder, ripping through his suit and leaving behind a clean wound. Dusk as well would be caught in the line of fire, as another stray would try clipping his legs. "RUN FOR IT!" Arthur yelled dashing for the back where they came in. The weapons the robots used would tear through everything, staying to fight was death without question. The back door was a narrow one, and once everyone was in the back parking lot of the Walmart, Arthur quickly shut the door, and shouted to everyone, "Here, push this!" Pointing to the dumpster. It was heavy enough to block the door and give them some time to escape, and with some of them being strong enough to push it by themselves, it wouldn't take too long.

Once it was in the way, Arthur shouted out again, "Come on, let's get the hell outta here!" And again, he took lead when it came to running. Behind the Walmart was a road that lead to several more convenient stores, they could run through them to lose the robots, but the issue was the parking lots being so large, with the only cover being the destroyed and rusted cars. Didn't help there were a couple stragglers in the possessed creatures lurking about. And the dumpster didn't hold the robots long. Whoever kicked the door did it hard enough to send the dumpster quiet a few feet away, with the door following it; having been ripped off its hinges.

They again fired nonstop at the group, and their ammo cut through the cars like nothing. Arthur tried taking cover, but no such luck. Any attacks made only slowed them down by a second or two, as they had gotten wiser. Any lightning bolt or thrown car, they would summon a shield with their hands that blocked the damage. It was like trying to run from a legion of Roman Centurions, their shields made any attacks useless. If anyone wasn't in cover of some kind, they would easily be shot down. If they didn't prey to a god, best make your peace then. But, an angel was on their side, or the luckiest thing happened. One of the cars would suddenly explode unexpectedly from right behind the robots, disorganizing them and damaging a few. This gave the group a chance to dash for the store again, and as if that wasn't enough, more possessed seemed to suddenly arrive. The gunfire and explosion must've drawn them out from their hiding places, and they were focused right on the robots.

And the robots vice versa, they were focused on the massive building horde over the group, and by god's will or the power of plot convenience, they would all make it inside. The place was a Bestbuy, (they still exist in the near future?), and it seemed pretty emptied out, but the front was wide open and with no way of shutting it. Arthur was out of breath, thinking over options. "Everyone alright?" He asked, checking on any of the wounded. Looking them over, guess what happened?

SOMEONE ELSE SUDDENLY SHOWED UP OUT OF THE SHADOWS!

WHAT A FUCKIN' SURPRISE!

This time it was a guy holding what seemed to be a sniper right at Arthur's head. "Oh, god." The outlaw groaned. Thankfully, the sniper man didn't hold Arthur hostage, instead removing his mask to show he was human. He looked to be in his mid to late forties, with a shaved head, stubble beard with grey along the chin, and when he spoke, had a French accent of all things. "If you are wounded, I have supplies in the back. We'll need to move quickly. Come." He waved everyone to follow, lightly jugging to the back of the store. There was a small campsite, with a fire and tent, along with plenty of guns and ammo. He chucked to the side a small C4 detonator he took out form his pocket, and Arthur suspected he set off the car explosion.

"Fighting them is suicide, their plating is thick, and any super attacks made won't keep them down long."

"Wait, the metal men? You dealt with them before?"

"They've been hunting me for some time."

"Wha' the hell are they then?"

The Frenchman handed Arthur an assault rifle. "Not to be taken lightly."
 

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#26
Jacket

Looks like their numbers were growing more and more by the minute, but just as they were about to somewhat celebrate or start to move out. Shit hit the fan. Hard.

As when green bolts tore through the aisle, only missing by luck or some unseen force, or grazing would be a lingering pain. Jacket booked it, knowing that having a fight with a foe that you didn't know much about was a quick ticket to death. And he wasn't exactly quick to be taking a one way road to the afterlife, he assisted Arthur and whoever else in barricading the way they came in from after everyone was accounted, and ran again when their barricade didn't last. He traded a few shots with the metal creations, although he didn't manage to even land a shot and they barely grazed him by his clothes, even through the small cut that a bolt had grazed, his sensitive flesh felt as if it burned just from being mere centimeters from the hole in the fabric that the bolt left.

Truth be told, Jacket assumed this was the end for them. Dying in another world. But it seemed someone was looking out for them. As evident when an explosion knocked the robots on their ass and damaged some of their number. Jacket stood up from cover and ran with the others, helping Scully along as it looked like the fool had tried to provide suppressing fire and had a stray energy bolt go through his calf.

He received a word in another language, 'bedankt' from the sound of it.

Now in relative safety, Jacket put Scully against a wall, whom took out a device that looked like a syringe gun thing and injected himself with it. Eliciting a hiss from the Dutchman. He held the device out to Jacket. "You need it?" Jacket would only shake his head, beyond the close calls, he was alright. He would have to repair his jacket and maybe his pant leg, but beyond that he was fine.

When outta nowhere, someone else joined their crew. After aiming a sniper rifle at Arthur, it was revealed this mystery French man was the one responsible for the explosion that saved their collective asses.
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Scully

To say that Scully was starting to get happy again was an understatement, he was ecstatic again. The newcomers, whom all almost looked as cool as his old KF crew and his new buddies provided a much needed distraction from the trippy beach hallucination thing he experienced.

Wasn't long before Murphy's Law of "If it can go to shit, it will go to shit" kicked in. Or at least Foster's rendition of it.

The form it came in as, was a spray of green energy that sliced through the aisles as easily as a knife through warm butter. Barely missing them or grazing his allies by mere inches. He didn't need the assistance of Arthur's command to get up and running. Though he did stumble here and there, he made it out with the others. Helping in the barricade making. He would've tried to weld the door, but in the hastiness of the oncoming threat, he didn't even attempt to call out about it. And he doubted it would've done much as the metal bastards kicked it down when they were midway through hauling ass through the parking lot, shooting the stragglers of the creatures they had fought in the store. Which made them quite easy to fire at in return.

Whatever these metal beings were. They were more of a pain in the ass to fight than the robots his friends and him fought while on Zed-Duty. Those robots went down easily if you shot their chest, these ones had energy shields and weapons that kicked the weapons that they were using out of the park. As Scully learned the hard way when he tried to get some of their attention of his allies that didn't have the luxury of cover. Not even the firepower of fifty-caliber hand-cannons weren't enough, and while some of the attention was grabbed from his friends, wasn't long before a shot to the leg took him down. Which was lucky considering that they had fired multiple, and that was the only one to hit. Which when it did, he let out all sorts of curses and profanity in his native tongue, while trying to move into better cover, which only served to be useless as the firepower of the robots tore through it like it was nothing.

Scully was lucky that some of the bolts missed him while he was down and out, nursing the wound. Lucky that the wound was seemingly cauterized from the bolt alone, but that didn't mean it didn't hurt to the point it left on the ground, and when he tried to get up when an explosion knocked down the robots and gave them time to get outta dodge. He tripped and fell once more, worrying that he was going to be left behind. The man in the rooster mask, Jacket helped him up and just about carried to where they are now.

In the safety of the building they were now in, Scully took out the Horzine Issued Medical Nanites that were given to the Killing Floor Squad. It worked better than the morphine laced stuff they were given initially as it healed their wounds in seconds. But they were often meant to be refilled, unless you were a medic in which case you had a device that generated and refilled your teammates' devices. Or when at the Trader Pod, which could also refill to a certain degree. So in others words, he only had a certain number of charges before it was useless.

Jabbing the syringe point of the 'gun' into his leg, injecting the contents into it. Which was painful, as evident from the hiss of pain from him before sighing in relief as the morphine kicked in. Numbing the work of the nanites and they went about repairing the damage.

He offered it to Jacket whom silently declined before moving on.

Scully would offer it to those who needed it the most.

And then like the events of the recent minute weren't hectic enough, someone new joined their party. French from the accent and reminding Scully of Masterson, only less crazy and more cold professional.

"So what do we do? Going to need somewhere we can regroup or something." Scully said, trying to think through the morphine. Not that he was totally out of it, but until the nanites were done, he was going to be thinking a little bit more slowly.

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Frank Jaeger

Frank once again had to suppress a groan. More and more people joined in on this merry band. 'You should be happy that you at least have allies, Frank.' A tiny voice said in his head. He mentally scoffed at it.

'My only true friend isn't here...' Frank replied back to that voice.

That voice in his head went silent, making Frank think that he had won the mental argument until it spoke once more. 'But he'd be happy for you, and tell you to at least try with these people.'

No, even Snake was quiet. He had his friends, which were a select few. But even he kept his distance and would prefer to be alone when relaxing. Or at least that was what Frank could remember. Maybe his memories were failing him or maybe they were tampered with by that damned doctor and her experiments.

His internal mental argument was interrupted by enemy fire that was unlike anything Frank was used, and he would almost compare it to the laser on Metal Gear Rex that had once sliced off his now seemingly non-sliced off cybernetic arm in one go. Not eager to relive a similar event but in a different spot, Frank ran with the others, although his cybernetics and enhanced agility made him one of the few first out of the store.

Wasn't long before the barricade that they had put up was then kicked away by the seemingly unstoppable robotic foes coming after them. The others firepower proving to be worthless to even do harm. As evident by the energy shield that the robots put up whenever they were fired upon. Frank would've tried to get up close, but this was a foe that he had no experience with, most definitely couldn't be scared shitless by the brutal death of their comrades, and even then. He wasn't sure if the high-frequency blade would do much, and he wasn't about to risk losing such a valuable weapon and risk getting injured by whatever the robots used as melee.

The least he did to help the others was to act as a rapidly moving target to pull some fire off of the others, constantly moving and using his enhanced reflexes to dodge enemy fire. Which unlike the Dutch speaking person on their team, whom did the same thing, but got a bolt to the leg, he only received light grazing shots. Which even then, his exoskeleton monitoring system alerted to avoid anymore of those bolts as the grazes did damage still.

But an explosion provided the group their much needed salvation, despite how temporary it was. Now in the safety of some random building, they went about licking their wounds until once again, fate played another card. This in the form of a man with a sniper rifle popping in out of nowhere. Not able to see the man's face, Frank paused mid-grab of the blade's hilt. "Snake.....?" He muttered, wondering if the masked person was indeed his old friend, but the man spoke and revealed himself. Last he remembered, Snake wasn't French, and didn't look even remotely like the man before him.

Frank went silent in mild disappointment. Even when Scully, whom sounded like he was trying to fight to just speak, most likely a result of the injection he gave himself. He only said "Best to not get your hopes up. If we can't get rid of these robots for good, running will only serve to tire us out so when they catch up to us. It'll be to kill us...."

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#27
"The more people the better. But we need a pla---" Prophet stopped as he spotted a bullet fly inches past Arthur's face as he raised his SCAR and opened his visor. "Scanning. Threat detected. Probability of hostility 100%. Tactical Options Available." "Everyone, scat---" And again he was cut off as another was fired, this time straight at Prophet's shoulder, somehow cleaning through his suit and straight to the human skin underneath, causing him to kneel down and clutch the source of impact. "Gahh!" "Exterior damage detected. Interior damage detected. Blood loss detected. Initiating recovery mode. Energy reserves depleting. Initialising. Recommended evacuation for maximum recovery." As Prophet was clenching his shoulder, he found his breath and attempted to activate Maximum Armour but then realised how fast his energy reserves were depleting. "Damn it!"

As everyone was retreating, Prophet made sure to stick to as much cover as possible as clearly the opposition's weaponry was more advanced than a Ceph Exo-skeletion. Bouncing from Car to Car wasn't proving efficient as long-lasting cover due to their highly advanced technology, and any bullets he could fire at them was met with a shield. "Recovery at 35%. Efficiency increased at risk of exposure. Energy reserves 85% depleted." "Gahh..."

As they retreated into the BestBuy, Prophet had to find somewhere to hide in order to recover from the damage he took from the robots. Dropping down behind a shelf, he let go of his shoulder and let the wound treat itself. He looked over towards the group once Arthur asked his question. "Still recovering... These guys are tough." That was when the mystery man appeared and pointed some sort of Sniper Rifle at his head. Prophet wanted to jump in and grab the gun, but his wound kept him stationary for the moment. After the man mentioned for everyone to follow, he had to crouch-walk towards him in an attempt to minimise the strain on the suit. Finding a spot at the Campsite to sit and rest, he looked towards the man. "Who were those guys?"
 

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#28
Trigger
The amount of people in the store aisle was increasing. Before Trigger could turn to see who the newcomers were, a fiery bullet flew past his head, cutting off some of his hair. He had been in plenty of gunfights before were bullets flew through walls, but usually they came with a warning as a sizzling sound. These bullets however, did not. The only noise that the plasma shot made were when they whistled past. Trigger reared his own gun up and fired a shot, only to have it blocked with some type of energy shield. He partially expected it since these guys seemed to be more equipped. Without a word, Trigger turned and ran for the exit. The dumpster outside seemed like a good idea as a blockade, but it sure wasn’t going to block the bullets. He quickly helped push it against the door. After running for a few seconds, Trigger witnessed the dumpster fly past and land on top of a car, crushing it even more. He blindly shot behind him while shouting several insults followed by several swears. Cover wasn’t the priority at the moment, since the bullets would rip through most stuff anyway.
An explosion rang off behind Trigger. He assumed he hit some sort of gas tank in a car, but he wasn’t going to turn to look. The group wandered into an old Best-buy after losing the bots. The shelves held an assortment of movies to look at, most of them weren’t stolen (because who steals a movie in the apocalypse?). Trigger kept watch out of a window of the Best-buy and searched for more bots. After a moment of peace, Arthur asked if everyone was alright. Trigger responded with “well… we got shot by robots, had two of our guys shot, and exploded a car-” He was interrupted by Prophet confirming he was alright, “today’s been great.” Before anything else happened, a man with a sniper rifle came out of the shadows. He seemed to be an ally, and also not to be taken lightly himself. The man lead them to the back of the store. Trigger eyed the detonator as he sat down on an old crate. This camp seemed to have been used for a long time. He listened to the man’s small conversation with Arthur. The gun Trigger possessed seemed to be similar to the robots’ guns. Trigger looked down at his gun “we can rule out that guns don’t work” he said as he held it up.
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Dusk
Dusk had honestly no idea how to deal with this newfound feeling. He looked down at his leg to see his calf have a hole in it, leaking a sickly black goo. The group started off ahead, with Dusk slightly limping behind. He was a large target to the robots with his size. Bullets shot through his leg more along with once through his shoulder. Panic was starting to rise into him. The running and hiding was a gigantic blur for him. Multiple noises flew in and out of his head, confusing his senses. At some point the group arrived at an old shop. Dusk was starting to calm down. Action like this was uncommon for him. One of the humans in the group offered a device to shove into his skin. He sat in a corner in a pool of black liquid. Once he got the device he went to shove it into his skin. The machine itself started to squeal as it slowly digged into his skin to heal him. The pain that was in his body started to drain. Feeling bombarded him while he sat there. Dusk felt pain, relief, sadness, and anger in a mixture of emotions. He was snapped back into the moment when a rifle was aimed at one of the humans. The two conversed, and the group was told to follow them. A fire sat in the back. Dusk hesitated, but followed anyway. Fire was the one thing that gave him true fear. He hated the smell of burning, well, anything. It awakened a feeling in him that was instinctual and vicious. Dusk made sure to stay at least a few feet from the fire. He tried to distract himself by looking at the names of movies.
 

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#29
Prophet's question was answered by the Frenchmen's response to Arthur. 'Not to be taken lightly.' The robots mowed through the possessed creatures, knocking off the horde en mass. Their weapons seemed limitless in ammunition, as whatever they were firing could simply be cooled down for a couple of seconds before firing again, with no need to change mags. Analyzing the parking lot, they would see several more cars were booby-trapped with C4 explosives, as the Frenchmen had the trigger ready to set them off should they approach. And indeed they did, circling the Bestbuy and avoiding the trapped cars; taking flanking positions to fight their way through the front door. The Frenchmen wasted no time in setting up, having everyone be given a gun, (or their usual weapon in Luer's sake,) and placed around the store to fire on the robots the moment they were close enough to fire upon. "Wait for my go." He told everyone, as he knew these machines more than they did.

The robots approached slowly, weapons at the ready. An all out fire fight was to begin in but a moments notice. "Wait for it..." The Frenchmen told them all, finger on the trigger to his rifle. "Wait for it......." Just as things would begin, the robots suddenly just... Stopped. No movement, it was as if time froze in place. The robots were just about to enter firing range, but it wasn't as though they stopped because they knew it. The Frenchmen was confused by what happened, and quickly the robots backed off. A bright flash of light, the one that blinded everyone before they were brought to this world, appeared from nowhere, and when everyone could see, the flash had made portals for the robots.

They quickly retreated into them, and when all were gone, the portals closed. The Frenchmen stood up, curious by what made them leave. A few moments later, the ground shakes they all felt began to get worse. From the front door, they could see the ever violent air wave that had begun to engulf the entire earth had approached them, and quickly hit the Bestbuy. Everyone was flown backwards into the store, as the massive gust of wind, or whatever the wave was made off, made it feel like everyone's skin had been cut up into pieces by razor wire, or glass shards from a window. Arthur and the Frenchman landed into metal shelves holding up old electronics, but the worst was not yet done. The ground shakes had gotten even more violent, and outside showed why. An earthquake had started. The store's floor started to crack open and shift, along the parking lot outside. "Everybody run!" The Frenchman shouted, dashing for the front. Issue was, the parking lot suddenly shifted upwards. The store was now sinking into the ground, and their only exit was blocked.

Everything began to fell apart, and if no one was careful of where they put their feet, they would find themselves either falling through the floor, or crushed by falling debris. "Wha' the hell do we do now?!" Arthur shouted, as the only light source was the holes in the ceiling, but it was barely visible enough to see where you were standing, and what was falling. Out of all the near death experiences they had all gone through today, this seemed like a definite end. The word was ending, and they were stuck inside a retail store that probably won't exist in the 2030 decade. The Frenchman had only a few words. "Alors, repentez-vous et tournez-vous vers Dieu, afin que vos péchés soient effacés, afin que des temps de rafraîchissement puissent venir du Seigneur." It wasn't how he would've liked to go.

................................................................ NO, OF COURSE THEY DON'T DIE!

If it is god watching over them all, he loves playing tricks on them, because their savior this time came in the most unexpected of ways. A sound began to echo loudly throughout the collapsing store.


A shining bright light came in the center of the store, and slowly an image began to fade into existence. Of all things, it was a blue police box, and when it finally materialized into a solid object you couldn't see through, the door swung open, and a man in a purple suit with a brown coat popped his head out, curious by who was in the store. "Oh, sorry, I didn't realize it was demolition day, I thought this was the clearance week still!" He joked, giving a big smile. "Come on, best not stand around!" He moved out the way for everyone to enter, and while small on the outside, looking through the doorway showed how much bigger it was on the inside. Much bigger.



As long as no one was shocked by the strangeness of how big a small big was on the inside, making a dash for the door was an excellent idea. Once inside, the strange man began swiftly moving around the center console to get this thing moving. Arthur was amazed by what he was seeing, so much so, he didn't quite know how to vocalize it, instead just mumbling loudly enough that the doctor heard him try making words. "Yes, yes, bigger on the inside, we'll do that part later, we got some more people to pick up, and a world to run away from, because if you couldn't tell, the world is ending, and that's because the universe is also ending!" A sudden ding was made from the console, and the ship violently shook, so much so, everyone would be pushed to the ground. "And we're moving! Keep a hold on something, it'll be a bit hectic until we get out of here!"

The box dematerialized form the store just as it collapsed in on itself from the earthquake, saving the lives of the strange group. But they weren't safe yet. Not by a long shot.