At the highway
"Papi! Watch out!" A girl cried out next to an old, grizzled trucker. Smiling, he turned to ask his daughter what was wrong, only for his expression to drop completely.
A-702's broken head fell over. Losing all feelings, his body fell to the side, turning the wheel unknowingly, they had already left the pink coffin. He grinned. How....hah... lucky, these ....haahh...two bastards, they were going.... to leave.... him behind.... huh? No one.... mourns for a spider...
Did he realize that the girl picked him up? Maybe not. As she did, she might notice something strange. He was holding a syringe filled with a strange something.
The car, unfortunately, wasn't so lucky. Indeed, the truck swerved in turn and crashed against the side of the highway, causing the whole lot to explode behind them. A wall of broken metal and bloodied gore was now covered in a sea of flames.
For a moment, everything was quiet.
"Uuu...uuuu...uaaaaaahhh! Papi! Why aren't you moving! *sniff* Ahhh! Help! Papi isn't moving! We're stuck!" The girl cried out, buried by her father's body and shielded from the coffin of metal and fire. Sadly, no one would come to help her.
*click*
An oddly shaped shell dropped to the ground. "Tch. I missed."
No matter. The flames made it harder to aim, but he carefully took a focused breath and searched for his targets. Once he found them, he'd simply aim and end it here and there.