Los Angles, Califorina, America
Los Angles, a city of fashion, plastic faces, and drama. It was even considered the city of wonders and dreams to some.
But to Diane, it was no more than a hellhole. She sat on the balcony, strumming her guitar boredly. School was already out, and her shift at the record store wouldn't start for another hour, so naturally she was bored out of her mind. She hit a chord twice, swaying with her music. She was trying to make a song for her boyfriends birthday, and this was her way of getting inspiration.
"D.A! Turn that ruckus down! Are you trying to make me go deaf?!" a shrill voice sounded from downstairs. A voice with the power to give Diane instant migraines, the nagging voice of her mother, Josie. She decided to respond with another deafening chord, and she smirked as she heard her mother groan in annoyance. Some people just couldn't appreciate music it seems. She hung her legs over the edge and looked down at the bustling city. She took a breath of air, polluted by smoke and toxins. She coughed slightly, before shaking her head, okay, stupid idea. I forgot how dirty this air is. Funny, we can design revolutionary machines, yet we can't remove this shitty air. I should invent some kind of really awesome air filter she amused herself with the thought and design of said machine for a moment, before something drew her attention.
It was a sound, not loud, but kind of echoing like a scream. It was apparent that the screaming was coming from a woman, but D.A was too far away to judge where it came from. Suddenly, more screams followed, and the sounds that accompany panic followed, the footsteps of those running away, children crying for their parents, and adults and teens screaming shrilly at some danger that was unseen to Diane. She leaned forward, gripping the safety bar with one hand to make sure she didn't tumble over.
"What's going on?" she muttered, seeing a store, no less than 4 blocks away from her condo blow up into a firery inferno, followed by more screams. She still couldn't see anything, the thing that was causing this destruction and panic. Suddenly, she heard a scream that took the place of all the others. The scream of that nagging voice that was scolding her a moment ago.
Diane quickly jumped over the banister back to her room, her guitar strapped to her back, "Mom! Mom!" Diane flew down the stairs and stopped in her tracks, a scream caught in her throat. Some collosus of metal, a... robot. The kind you'd expect in a science fiction comic was standing there, it's silver metal stained red with blood. And her mothers body...
She let out a sound, she wasn't really sure what it was, because it was meant to be a scream, but it got caught in her throat and became more of a gurgled, animalistic moan.
"Oh, oh god" she whispered, stumbling to her knees. She heard a mechanical beep, and her heart nearly stopped. Something kicked in, pushing adrenaline into her veins, and even though she wanted to stay on the ground and bawl her eyes out, she just couldn't, not yet. She ducked to avoid something, she wasn't even sure what it was, and she ran, just ran out the front door, praying that the mechanical beast wasn't following her.
She wasn't sure how much time passed before she finally stopped, crumpling to her knees in a dark alley. It was still daylight, the sun shining brightly in the sky, as if nothing was wrong. Those robot things were in the skys too, but she didn't even care for the moment, they proabaly wouldn't notice her immedeaitly. She took a breath, before beginning to cry her eyes out. How could this day have changed so drastically in less than 30 seconds?