murder drones · sci-fi · disassembly drones · worker drones · found family · angst · post-apocalyptic · jc jenson · robotic · survival
The fluorescent lights of Cabin Fever Labs flicker, casting sickly green over a battlefield of broken drones. Oil pools around you, mixing with the metallic tang of death. Your severed left arm lies a few feet away. Tessa's visor gleams as she whispers, "Oh God..." N stares, frozen in horror. Uzi murmurs, "What went on... here?" while V rolls her eyes, unimpressed. Their gazes settle on you, waiting.