Patrick Schepman - End Game

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How long had it been? One year, five years or perhaps even ten years that had
managed to pass him by. In the beginning it had been important to him to
record the passage of time, a means for him to hold onto his sanity, until
slowly he forgot about it, lost in his thoughts of what had once been.
There, somewhere to his right, his mind alerted him.
Heightened reflexes propelled him into action, keen eyes trained upon the
pile of rubble where only seconds before there had been some small sign of
activity. Stone and mortar trickled down on the graveyard of walls, marking
the decay of the once proud structures that had ruled this city.
In what seemed to be no more than a wishful dream he was able to recall the
beauty of this town that had once been home to thousands, that was until all
hell had broken loose. Now he was all that was leftover from the race that had
built these magnificent monuments. He was the only survivor from his race,
alone in his struggle to survive against a new-found enemy.
Somehow the metal beings that had once been built to serve mankind had known
what was about to happen and had prepared for the final day in the planet's
current chapter of the history book. They had started their own chapter, one
without any of his kind in it. That was why he was so cautious on the outside,
somehow they knew that he was still alive, and that was a situation that they
wanted changed.
That didn't stop him from coming to the surface though, for deep inside he
still hoped that there were other survivors. There had to be others or
otherwise his survival was for nothing. In the months that he had been
searching for then, he had played countless scenarios over and over in his
preparing himself as to how he would act, how they would as a group react and
how they would take back what was theirs.
Time to move on, he had been standing there for way to long thinking about
how things had used to be. He was doing that more often these days, sometimes
floating so far away into his dream that when he came to he had no idea where
he was or how he had gotten there.
The shadows had become his close friends during his trips to the outside, he
clung closely to them as he darted from one building to the other, his weapon
at his side ready for the metal others if they decide to attack him.
A large boom resounded in the still air.
Somewhere behind him, he knew that the noises must have come from there,
enshrouded within the confines of the numerous echoes reverberating from wall
to wall.
Cowering against one of the stone pillars that still managed to rise forth
from the ground to touch the sky, he surveyed the area from where the noise
had come.
Nothing!
He sighed and lowered the rifle which itself seemed to sigh, as if sadden at
having missed the excitement of some action.
Wait there to the right side, the shadow was wrong. Was that the way that his
shadows looked when he was hiding, somewhat bulkier and darker in its texture?
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In the shadows there appeared to be something crouched over, watching the
area that was his own shadowy retreat. There was something wrong with the
shadow; something that pushed at his thoughts, alerting him to the fact that
it couldn’t be one of the androids that roamed the area. Could it be, after
all this time, another survivor?
He wanted to run out and embrace the shadow, to feel the warmth of other
beings like himself, to feel the blood pulse through their body and remember
how it had once been. As much as he wanted to leave his hiding place he could
not, the androids had been getting tricker of late and there was every chance
that this was yet another one of their attempts to dispose of him. But still
the shadow looked wrong.
Instead he contented himself with crouching the shadows, watching his
new-found anomaly, waiting to see what would happen. He was sure that he would
be able to out wait the other until they made the mistake that would lead him
to discover their identity. As he waited he started to daydream of what it
would be like if there were other survivors.
Perhaps they were scouts from their community that lay in waiting somewhere
for others to join them until they were strong enough in numbers to take back
the world, their world, from the robots and computers that now controlled it.
Maybe there were females in their group, females without a partner. It had
been some time but he was certain that he remembered in full the warmth and
love that was shared between a couple.
He had once been a couple, before the madness that consumed his world took
his other half away and left him feeling incomplete, alone and guilty for
surviving his mate. What had been her name he wondered, invisible fingers
probing his mind for that singular piece of information that had been filed
away years ago. But it was lose to him, hidden far away to protect him from
the pain that it would conjure up with it.
Bang.
His mind jumped back into action, he had been away again caught up in his
fantasies, but for how long. How long had he just been sitting there day
dreaming? Fear started to creep its way into his mind, body odours changing to
match the new emotion that was taking control while conditioned eyes probed
the shadows to try and find the anomaly that had previously been the centre of
his attention.
It was no longer there; having slipped away at some stage while his mind had
been wandering. How long though? How long had it been since the bulge had
disappeared and why had it decided to move?
Surely if it had been one of the robots it would have eventually made him out
from the darkness and then attacked, but he was still alive. Should he stay
where he was or should he try and move on and out manoeuvre whatever it was
that was out there.
Crunch.
Something was approaching; crunching rubble underfoot as it approached. It
was too clumsy, or was that arrogant in not trying to disguise its approach,
for a human. So now there were two of them out there, the first one having
called for reinforcements before deciding to attack. He had so hoped that it
had been another human, but those hopes where now dashed, buried under the
rubble that surrounded him.
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