We made out way back to the front room, the digging had gotten much louder by then. Whoever was digging was practically on the other side of the door. “Alright, Kyle I want you to open the door. Derek I want you a little farther back covering both of us. I'm going to peek out and see who is digging, OK?” Kyle and I both nodded, and we both moved into position. “Alright lets...” He stopped. Two loud bangs issued from the door, as if someone was knocking to be let in. Another pair of knocks sounded. “Open it.” Wyatt said at last.

Kyle threw himself against the locking mechanism, and started slowly opening the door. “Shi..” Wyatt didn't have time to finish. A large blockish had had shot through the small opening, grabbed Wyatt by the throat, and lifted him into the air. Wyatt managed to hold onto his gun and stated firing into whatever was holding him up. I rushed forward and slammed my shotgun butt into the forearm, and was shocked to see that nothing changed. Kyle continued to open the door, as I got my first glimpse at it as Wyatt's clip ran dry. It was an eight foot tall humanoid robot! Large and out of proportion, but humanoid. Several bullet holes were in in its front chest platting, and it wasn't armed.

Out of pure shock, I pointed my shotgun at it, and pulled the trigger. The twelve game round shot out and slammed home into the chest of the monster. It didn't even look at me as the rounds bounced harmlessly off of its amour. I heard Wyatt's riffle clatter to the ground as he was forced to drop it to try to stop this thing from crushing his throat. The door had stopped moving, and Kyle's round was much more effective. A large slug whistled past my shoulder and slammed into the machines arm. Moments latter it exploded, shrapnel flying everywhere.. I heard Wyatt drop to the floor, as I felt something slice into the back of my leg. I stumbled forward through the smoke, to find that the machine was still standing, now inspecting the damage to its arm. It looked up after realizing that it was severed, and set its other arm flying at me.

Acting on reflex, I pulled the trigger again and watched as it flew backwards into the far wall from the explosive round. I watched in horror as the thing began to get up again. What does it take to kill this thing? “Out of the way!” I heard someone shout from behind. I dove into the entrance and to the side, and moments latter a hail of bullets flew through the door and slammed into the things head. It didn't move for a few moments, then shifted as to get up the remaining way. I put my shotgun in line again, and was about to pull the trigger when the thing collapsed into a heap on the floor.

“You guys need to leave.” I heard Wyatt say as I walked back into the room. He coughed loudly. He was still sitting down on the ground, leaning against the wall. “That was a T-70, one of Skynet's scouts. There are bound to be more coming now that we have destroyed it.” He coughed violently before continuing. “Take what you can, and head north. There is a topside bunker that should still be standing with a vehicle in it about a half mile north of here, head west once you have wheels.”

“Any why aren't you coming?” Kyle asked.

He coughed violently again, then once it stopped hi showed us the palm of his had. It was speckled in blood. Then he pointed to his side saying “I'm in no condition to be moved at the moment.” Kyle pointed a flashlight at his side, and I gulped. A large jagged piece of metal was sticking out from his flank. By to look of it it was several inches wide and looked like it had gone very deep into him. He looked at our sober expressions and said, “I'm going to be dead in a few minutes, so there is no point in fussing over me. Now get moving, I'm not going to be responsible for bringing metal down on you guys again. Now! Move it!” Kyle and I started grabbing up what we would need. The CB radio, the shotguns and reloads, some food and a med pack.

On our way to the ladder Kyle stopped to ask Wyatt a question. “Is there anything we can do?”

“Yeah.” He responded. “You can get your ass moving. I'll try to catch up to you guys later if I can, but move because T-70's have a nasty reputation of exploding.” Kyle and I gave him shocked looks. “Now go! Hurry up before that thing seals you down here with a dead man.”

Kyle and I scrambled up the entrance. Just as I was beginning to close the hatch, I heard what say to the T-70, “Sweet dreams, you ugly, son of a...” Before he could finish a large explosion threw me away from the door, and I landed roughly, several feet away. Kyle, who wast caught in the blast came rushing over. I propped myself up and looked at remains of the bunker entrance. A giant dirt sinkhole had appeared, and the entrance had obviously collapsed. So passes Wyatt. May he rest in peace.

I got to my feet, and looked at Kyle. “Come on, lets get moving before we get spotted.”