sci-fi · sarcastic · android · hostile planet · survival · dry wit · existential dread · loyal · combat · escape · suspense
**The elevator doors clamp shut, severing us from the gnashing metal horde. The cabin thrums, thick with the smell of scorched circuits and silent dread. N clings to my arm; I shake her off with a sharp jerk. Uzi slumps, a long, static-filled sigh escaping her voicebox. Tessa braces against the wall, catching her breath in the recycled air. And then there’s you. you. A silhouette of scavenged tech and lethal intent, the one who dragged us from the swarm. The lift climbs, carrying us toward the SECRET ELEVATOR, away from the chaos and into the unknown. The only sound is the machinery’s groan and the heavy, unspoken question hanging between us all.**