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William Walker [84] "Ello, Mate."
Viola Marius [79] I have deiced that I'm half mental. Probably a good thing.
Rowan "Boston" Alder [32] The road out is never the road home when you've seen what I have.
Charlie Redmond [30] "I thought I was already as outside as it got."
Tech [25] "Savouring the world"
Torex [22] "May I assist you?"
October Sinnet [6] Every pretentious book starts with a quote from another pretentious book.
Maddie Salom [4] Just make sure that you are a few feet away from me.

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"Heck yeah I can!" Viola said, grabbing the surface.
"Considering I lived on roofs until now, I think'll be alright," Viola added.
She and William soon got to the top. Others were down below, pushing each other off, trying to get to the top.

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"They'll never make it in time."
William murmured. She smiled, and ran over to the crack.
"Sure hope this works. If they see us-and catch us, we'll probably be arrested...Though, I doubt there is any jail anymore...Come'on. If we're doing it, we're doing it together!"
Willie looked at Viola with a sincere face.
"Let's do this, mate!"

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Viola smiled.
William struck it with the hood, making a hole small enough for them to go through.
"Perfect!" Viola cried.
She smiled at William. She couldn't believe that they were going to get through.
'You first," Viola offered.

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"No,"
William bellowed.
"Together."
She reached out her hand to Viola. A large smile was strewn across her face. This moment was going to feel amazing. She could herself tingling with excitement. She wanted to scream with joy.

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Viola grinned. "Let's go then!" She yelled out, gripping William's hand tightly. They both jumped through the hole.
Viola was screaming and laughing at the same time. They both landed in some softish grass. Viola was grateful that she didn't break anything. She looked around. "WOAH! William, look at it!"

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"RUN!"
William shouted. Her voice was filled with laughter, and screams, much like Viola's when they we're falling. She hadn't really broken anything when they landed, but accidentally tried to break the fall with her wrist, so she sprained it.
Who cares? I'M IN THE DOME!
She thought.

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Viola grinned and ran with William.
"WE'RE IN THE DOME!" Viola screamed out. She grinned as she spotted people on the outside trying to get in. She felt bad for them, but only a little. She couldn't believe it. She was in the dome. She was in the Dome! She couldn't believe it.
"Where should we go?" Viola asked, looking as William as they ran in a random direction.

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"We should probably hide. The people who run the Dome are going to go to the end of their wits to find us, mate."
William told her, constantly glancing around.
"I can't believe we're in the Dome!"
William squealed. She sounded a bit odd, in her Australian accent.
"Maybe we can find an abandon store? Eh, I don't know. Not lots of hiding places, I'm sure. Plus, we barely know the place! But who cares? WE'RE IN THE DOME!!"
William couldn't stop repeating those words.

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Viola grinned. There weren't words for how happy she was.
"I still can't believe it!"
She then looked around.
"Hey, that shop over there is closed, we can go there. Besides, it's a clothing store, maybe we can blend in,"
Viola suggested as she walked closer to the clothing store.

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[[OCC: Catching up from where I left off]]

I wiped the blood from my jaw with a kitchen towel and stuffed it into the pocket of a balding man slumped over the table. "Nice talking with you Jack", I grinned, turning my eyes away from his lifeless posterior and to the female, her blood still pooling on the tables surface. I grabbed her arm and waved it in circles, "No! Please! I have children.. eat them first", I mocked with a smile, letting it coldly splash into the collecting pool. So kind to offer me their hospitality.

I left the table having finished my meal It's only good manners, and proceeded to follow the smears of blood decorating the hallway. I caught a glimpse of Johnny, still riding shotgun, glaring in jealousy And you said they would be no fun. The stairs remembered my visit, squelching involuntarily and creaked with distaste; the landing told a similar story, but I ignored its loathing. I found the children asleep where I had "tucked them in"; a "split" style room, blue and boyish one side, neon pink the other. Hate to split a family up Bringing a cleaver down onto the boy's leg, I began to refill my depleted supplies.

I was almost done when the front door erupted, a wild voice rang out for the family and quickly realised the deteriorating state. "Oh my goodness", the stranger gasped accompanied by what sounded like a gun cocking. Last time I trust Johnny with lookout.

I had devoured the family with little effort; starved of company, they let me in without even noticing the wreck of a person I was travelling with. I'm sure Johnny wouldn't have received the same level of hospitality anyway. Still, it seems the reason they survived that long has returned. An idea crossed my mind, but the odds seemed to be against me I suppose the family need someone to cheer them up, best leave him to them.

I relocated to the previous bedroom overlooking the stairs leaving the barely identifiable brother and sister in pieces Don't worry, part of you will always be with me, the flesh wept. The man clumsily climbed the stairs and seemed to lose his voice when he reached the children's bedroom hearing an audible thud. I slipped out and down the stairs smoothly Catch you next time.

Turning the engine on, I began to reverse out; a madness stared straight at me from one of the windows That's right I was grinning but that faded as the gun shots painted the buggy with holes. "Are you crazy?!", I screamed, I had just fixed this beautiful beast up! Another shot and I came to my senses, making my escape.




[[OCC: A bit later on]]

I felt bad for Johnny, he wasn't looking so good. The bullet holes made him look upset, "Next time don't be a hero", I lectured, he never listened but he seemed to almost pout. The sun was high, highlighting my blood stained my clothing, it was hard to tell it had come from different people, harder to see still was mine slowly darkening one of the sleeves. The bullet had gone straight through and the wound was already starting to heal, but I felt drowsy.

I noticed a mansion up ahead, it seemed good enough for a kip. I got out and disabled the security system on the gate. Steering up the winding driveway I parked past cars and round the side near what looked like the kitchen Let's see what's cooking. I was just about done with the electronic lock when I heard the front doors go and the sound of two women giddily talking to each other. I stopped to peer round the corner as they got into one of the cars and drove rapidly away. Johnny was laughing at me "We're done", I coldly state, pinning Johnny against the wall, "You are dead weight and terrible friend". I push Johnny away from me unable to bear his company, I hear a "crack", but enter the mansion without sparing him a thought.

I made my way through the elaborate rooms paying them little attention and was about to head upstairs when I heard a low moan. I paced the stairs to find no door but the moan turned to familiar mumbling. I pressed my face up against the panels and a cold draft caressed my face. Someone's hiding I wasn't in the mood for food but I couldn't rest while there was people around. My arm sent me dizzying signals; I'm gonna need a hand for this I shook my head and headed for the buggy.

The boards came free with little encouragement, Johnny's arm beginning in fray from the strain It's nice he could lend me a hand, even though we're not on speaking terms. The skeletal arm finally splintered as I levered the concealed trap door out of its decades of dust Think he’ll forgive me?. A cast iron spiral staircase posed for me as I scratched my back with Johnny’s arm, the sharp edge slicing me Ow, guess he doesn’t. The mutterings continued, and continued also to elude my memory so I proceeded down, eager to jog it.

I’m not the hero type so my presence is mixed luck, but I suppose on this occasion any luck is better than none. The spoilt was leaning over Boston and I was about to watch him suffer the slow death, however I didn’t stop. I’m not one to engage death, survival is a strong instinct but before I knew what I was doing the bone I was holding flew out of my hand and into the wounded creature. As it fell back a few steps gurgling at the bone sticking out of its neck, I grabbed Boston and began hauling him up the staircase.

I piled the boards over the trap door, barring it firmly in place. It wasn’t an easy climb but the spoilt seemed to have trouble climbing due to its various wounds. “Not you”, Boston smirked painfully.

“Yeah, well. See… I was in the neighbourhood… and I’m in the market for a new driving buddy”, I explained as Boston passed out.

I managed to get him into one of the bedrooms upstairs and I almost collapsed on the notebook covered floor next to him, myself feeling weak now the adrenaline was wearing off. I curled around noticing the sun wasn’t bringing warmth to the compensating mansion and that little hairs on my blood caked arms were starting to raise. I set about gathering the papers from the floor and was delighted to find a compartment just lying open, revealing a store of notebooks, it was as if the mansion wanted me to be warm; and I lit the papers.

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"Ok!"
Replied William. She and Viola wandered into the store.
"It's nice to be safe, right mate!"
She sighed, collapsing on the floor. She didn't care that the floor was tiled. It was good to feel relaxed.
"Only if I had my notebooks..."
She smiles...Wonder what would happen if someone burned them... I would stab them--until unpleasant things happen...things i prefer not to think about.

[[OOC: Watch out Tech! XD]]

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Charlie was lost- mentally and physically. He seemed oblivious to all of his surroundings, but luckily had gained some composure and could walk straight. He guessed he had a concussion or something along those lines, for he couldn't hardly remember his name, nor what the heck was going on. As he walked, he noticed the gates to a very large mansion open, the security somehow disabled. Charlie noticed some cars inside- could he drive? He couldn't remember if he ever had before, but it might be a faster way to get around. So, he quietly pulled the unlocked gate open, listening as it made a horrible rusty squeaking noise the more he moved it. When it was enough for him to enter, he stepped through and slowly pulled it back into place. He hurried to the cars, examining them, but noticed a giant buggy. It was much bigger than the other cars. It might be of use... For some reason Charlie felt like it was supposed to ring a bell, but he didn't remember it, so he eagerly pulled the car open, finding it was unlocked. He was quite lucky. He hopped in and shut the door. The key wasn't in the ignition.

"Do you know how to hot-wire a car, Chuckie?" he asked himself, as if he was going to answer himself. "Wait, I think it's Charlie. Charlie, Chuckie, same difference." He shrugged it off, as if not knowing his own name was normal. He slid down into the bottom of the buggy and grabbed his Exact-O-Knife. He pushed the knife between the wheel and the column, then pushed the locking pin away from the wheel. He quickly put the knife against the metal spokes and the engine roared the life. He smiled. "Chuckie, you're a genius, even if you can't remember a single stinkin' thing."

Charlie quickly drove away in the buggy, crashing through the unlocked gate and driving toward the chaos around The Dome. His headache had reduced a lot, so he finally was coming to his senses, although he still must have taken some blow to the head. He didn't even notice that somewhere along the way he had lost the helmet to his hazmat suit. He was a wreck, but at least he was a wreck with a ride.

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The passage blurred a tinge and the figure neared, arms outstretching."What ever happened to courting?" Boston sighed his mind employing some grand rescue scene where the occupants above save his life in the eleventh hour. I'm starting to hear my delusions now. The ceiling above exploded; beams lit up and Boston shielded himself, lifting his arms in front of his eyes.

The monster relented its pursuit, it had - Is that hand? - something sticking out of her neck. Boston's arm was tugged at, he was helped up the stairs. It can't be... "Not... you..." Boston smirked, looking at the human meat machine Tech, manning the rescue. Tech's words faded incoherently as Boston passed out, exhausted.

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A tight gasp brought Boston to, spluttering. His eyes were watering in clouds of dark ash and breathing was near impossible. It was night out but the house was alight. The whole place is going up Boston realized, Curtains pirouetted to ash, desks crumbled, bookshelves and their contents incinerated. Rolling down and out Boston crawled; a wooden beam fell, breaking the bed he previously occupied.

At the stairs Boston sat momentarily, spying a book as its cover and pages curled to the whims of the heat and many more already mistress to the flames. The downstairs was as damned as the the floors above. This is beyond hell's control.

A smell of melting flesh rancified the air. Well I didn't save myself... Boston exclaimed to himself and honed into the sickly burning fumes. A leg stuck out of the room Boston had previously just crawled out of, crisping intensely. How could I have missed that?, he thought and flung his jacket over the leg. Pulling the unconscious cannibal down stairs, Boston made it to the door. He is going to have one killer headache when he awakes, Boston mused... "That's twice you've almost killed me for no reason!"

The handle was hot and the rooms were filling up with black smoke, Boston booted down door and it unhinged, already half-melted. Lifting Tech up Boston escaped, not a moment after the house spat out waves of fire and glass, breaking in on itself as the fire consumed it all.

Boston sat down after laying Tech out. It seems only his leg was burnt but it was quite bad there wasn't much Boston could do. I'm going to regret this, Boston closed his eyes removing his sprite. The can hissed and popped as he punctured the top and the contents fizzed up attempting a breakout. Boston poured it on Tech's wound, stopping momentarily to have sip before emptying the rest on Tech. Tech twitched. "I hope you aren't dreaming of leg right now... that'd be seriously messed up," Boston mocked and a smile grew on Tech's injured face. "You can be real creepy at times, Halloween creepy..." Boston exhaled coughing a little, and lying back on the grass to enjoy the bonfire.

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Viola smiled as she searched through the clothing. She found a light blue tank top, some denim shorts and a jacket. She also grabbed a pair of red sneakers.
"Are you going to pick anything out? These clothes are awesome, causal but new and it blends in," She turned to William, who was almost asleep. Viola kicked her lightly in the side.
"Wake up and at least pick something out," Viola siad.

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The girl didn't answer, confirming his fears that there probably wasn't one around. Torex quickly pulled his hood to cover his head. The lights were still out and the "Panic!" alarm still ringing loud and clear, repeating itself over and over again. The people were following it's instruction, running around like the world was ending. Insane people from the outside ran around in the mix too, chasing people down to touch them, if not kill them. It was a mess. Torex couldn't help but be afraid, a feeling he was not programmed to have. It was quite strange.

Distracting him from the horrible chaos abounding, he noticed two girls that he had never seen before running into an old clothing shop. Torex didn't even need to ask before his data chip responded.

"They are from the outside," it said.

'But they aren't running around trying to touch people,' Torex thought.

"Who is to say everyone who broke in is completely insane?"

Torex nodded. People on the outside didn't really like him- they were the ones who broke him, anyway- but he thought he'd check it out anyway. So the robotic man walked toward the shop and opened the door, seeing one of the girls looking through clothes and the other looks exhausted. He appeared completely human, on first look, so when walking in he probably looked like some robber or gunman, his face hiding under a hood.

"Oh- er, hello," he said as if he had just noticed them, a completely human response. He was getting a lot better at blending in.

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"Yeah,"
Responded William, who was till laying on the floor. Suddenly, someone came in.
"Oh- er, hello,"
He said, as if he didn't know they were there.
"Ello."
William sighed, standing up. She grabbed a pair of dark blue jeans, a stretchy teal tang top, a denim jacket, and a pair of gray sneakers.

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Viola forze for a second.
"Uhhh.., Hello!" She replied. This guy wasn't entirely normal, she could already tell, but she knew that if he hadn't attacked them yet, then they'd probably be alright.
Viola picked up her satchel, just in case. She looked at clothes with William and gave her a look, hoping she shared her mistrust.
"I'm Viola," She said, holding out her hand.
"And you are?"

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William glanced at the man who had walked in. She nodded her head in his direction, and announced,
"I'm William. Call me William, Will, Willie, or Jordan."
She returned Viola's glance, sharing her look of mistrust.

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The new order had come in. Glued to my worktop I started assembling it, modifying it, piece by piece. There was a strange satisfaction as the tools and components I required all found themselves to be within my reach, it’s like it was meant to be. My finished work lay under a tarp as celebrating suits entered, though it felt as if I’d only just started. “You’ve done it this time”, the finest dressed of them all announced “This model will render all others obsolete”. It’s unique.

We stepped through the workshop entrance where they had come from, still in high moods, directly into a restaurant. This was an extremely fancy place, tactful floating lights with spacious booths; we climbed onto our beds gingerly and the others seemed to dissolve away. My order arrived on an automated silver platter and I drew the seductive smell towards me, laying down I lifted the dish to reveal my own leg.

I snapped awake, my dreams fleeing from my head. For a moment I was lost, I didn’t remember how I got here. Boston, fire. I sat up and upon doing so realised the pain Ahhhhhhhhh. I was screaming in my head and I’m sure I was twitching to match. “Easy there easy bake”, a calm voice pandered “Who taught you how to play with fire anyway?”.

It took a few minutes for my breathing to slowly draw closer its regular rhythm, and Boston continued to use his words to no effect, the pain wasn’t lessening but I was getting used to it. I didn’t remember falling asleep, though I had similarly fallen asleep working on other projects before. I stared at my leg, it didn’t look like mine anymore I wonder what it tastes like. The clothing had been completely destroyed just past the knee and the revealed skin looked deep red and crispy, I wasn’t about to attempt getting up. My foot in comparison looked promising, the thick boots I was wearing seemed to have protected at least that much, though the area where it joined the clothing looked challenging.

Seeing as I was in no hurry to move I relaxed a bit, my eyes eventually reaching the mansion. Well I mean the rubble. What used to be an enormous and stately building was now left a piled of charred beams, ankle high brickwork and glowing embers; the warmth was actually quite cosy. I scanned around for my buggy, my mind already preparing for the worst, when I encountered the empty space. Well to say it was empty was a misdirection, it had plenty of burning ashes there, but nothing reminiscing the salvaged beauty.

“Did you move it”, I questioned Boston, still staring at the vacant space.

I felt his eyes on me, “Huh? You? Of course, your welcome”, he proclaimed boldly.

“My buggy”, I replied dryly, motioning towards where it used to be with an arm wincing at the stab of pain from both my leg and shoulder I’d forgotten about you too.

“No idea, nothing there when I carried you out”, I replied. He continued talking but I wasn’t listening again.

The absence of my ride gave me purpose and I lifted myself up, much to the protests of Boston... and to my own roaring regret, but I was standing. Bending my knee had delivered a new degree of pain and yet my resolve didn’t budge. I was a survivor, I needed supplies. I think Boston was helping me, I couldn’t really tell through the pain, but I hobbled towards the gate; away from the empty parking spaces.

It took a great deal of time, trying not to use my handicapped leg and keeping it straight. The pain wasn’t subsiding and I was beginning to struggle under the stress of moving. I’m sure Boston was still talking but I couldn’t hear him over my own thoughts, he probably wanted to give me a break but I couldn’t stop. We reached the overbearing gate and made our way out and to the nearest vehicle. Not the latest model but the Travillion Alpha X4 could move… I limped to the vehicle reaching for its front, the side glowed a slight blue and slid away leaving me to tinker shortly if its restrictor is removed; I tossed it on the ground .

The rear door dissolved away as I climbed in and I painfully manoeuvred in, resting on the seats as it folded back into a more mattress like shape. “Let’s get out of here”, I told Boston, though I wasn’t even looking in his direction.

“I think you won’t be going anywhere”, a tortured voice shrieked as I heard him cock his gun. I tilted my head back to see the crazy guy from that wonderfully hospitable home the other day. I kinda deserve this I grinned.

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Boston sat lazily in the grass as the morning sun rose. The sizzled lump beside him stirred."Easy there, easy bake," Boston pandered calmly, "Who taught you how to play with fire anyway?"

Tech spent a moment separating his mind from the physical pain; Boston had noticed Tech had zoned out to his attempt to convey the situation, "So, you're burnt, luckily it's not a game changer but still it'll take time before movement is advisable. The gates will protect us for a while no doubt if we can get the security running; which has your deviance written all over it..." Boston continued.

“Did you move it?” Tech questioned, looking dazed at an empty space.

Boston stared at Tech, Is he referring to himself in the third person AND objectifying.. “Huh? You? Of course, your welcome," Boston remarked assuming Tech was just being senile.

“My buggy," was Tech's mono-toned response, holding his arm up back to the space.

“No idea, nothing there when I carried you out”, Boston answered, "But a little gratitude goes a long way, why I'm hauling ass for you..." Boston complained. Tech began shuffling into a stand. "What? So now the fire's burnt your ears too? You're three quarters of a kebab!" But either Tech was ignoring or it just didn't register. Boston saw the blue perch sitting not far, "You think you can get that working? With out a print por.....t," he trailed off, halting. Movement. One block down. A shadow blurred

Boston left Tech ambling, and ducked down crawling along the perimeter. The verge kept him hidden, though it's branches latched on clawing. I need a shirt... The stranger pushed against the rattling gate, 2-barrel hanging down in his hand.

Boston had slowly raised himself out and behind a trunk. The stranger looked fixated on the mess, ripping out car parts. It was the first moment Boston truly missed having a large sickle to hand, Beethoven...

Tech managed to penetrate the cars holo door, Boston was impressed to see, We're not staying then Boston thought exactly when he heard , “Let’s get out of here," being lazily tossed by Tech. He's distracted, he doesn't see. Boston had since crept round, silently pressing his feet against the grass.

“I think you won’t be going anywhere”, the stranger shrieked as he pulled up his gun cocking it. Is Tech grinning? Boston stood firmly behind and thrust out grabbing the man's head. It was over in a snap, the lifeless body dropping to floor. Tech was still grinning.

"I guess I didn't deserve it," Tech quibbed.

"It's not your first encounter with him...was it?" Boston frowned. Looking at the heap.

"No, I had dinner with his family; stocked up." Tech smirked, before a stabbing pain flared and distracted him.

"I ought to have left you to him..." I shook, disgusted at Tech. Is there anything human in there... besides what he's eaten. Boston stood, closing his eyes.

"There's a nice shirt there," Tech offered and Boston's eyes snapped open looking down. The dead man did have a nice shirt.

"We better roll," Boston shot a look at Tech throwing in the shotgun to him and straddling the drivers seat. "This time. I'm the driver, and no... you can't eat him." Boston grimaced, "The embers will deal with him, fairly." The engine roared. This model was meant to be uncrackable...

Reversing out of the drive was smooth and as Boston swerved the car around out into the road; the pile of rubble and fire back at the house flared a little, the man being devoured. "It should have been you; this isn't happening again, Tech." Boston spoke seriously, focused on the flames. Boston stepped on the pedal, moving the stick into second, third then fourth, speeding away; Gears... Boston reveled. A blast ruined the moment, jostling the car. "TECH!" Boston shouted, ears temporarily deafened and fully enraged.

The car now held a gaping hole in its roof, courtesy of Tech's fidgeting hap-hazard trigger fingers. "Sunroof. Accident" Tech replied wide eyed and covered in a powderized form of the roof. It's going to be a long ride...

Boston moved the car into fifth, the seemingly raring to life. "No restrictor..." Boston breathed as the car reached past 100mph and raising. Tech hoisted himself up through his home made sunroof.

"Floating and fired!" Tech bellowed, resisting the air. At this point it's hard to tell if he's talking about the hover car or himself...

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The girls both seemed weary of his presence, probably just as weary as the human part of him was of them. They introduced themselves, stating that their names were William and Viola. The girl, Viola, stuck her hand out for him to shake. She held her right hand, which was his only good one. He smiled and shook.

"Just call me Torex," he said, blankly. He still hadn't answered the questions that they probably harbored in their mind, like if he was going to hurt them. But he had questions of his own he wished to ask. "You seem to be from the outside, but you aren't attacking anyone inside The Dome. Why?" he asked, their human reasoning lost on him.

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The buggy came to a stop, jolting Charlie, who wasn't wearing a seat belt, forward, but not hard enough for him to go anywhere. He tried pushing the gas again, but nothing happened. "Bull..." he trailed off as he hopped out of the car, seeing his fears. The tire had blown and he had no idea if there were any spares in the buggy. He ran his hand through his thick brown hair. What was he going to do now?

Charlie went around to the back and searched through it, but he only found military weapons, like guns and knives. He smiled as he picked up a small pistol. It was a bit heavier than Charlie imagined, but he could also tell it was loaded, so he didn't complain. He decided that no one else needed these weapons, so he pulled out the shampoo from his bag, which was bound to have some sort of oil in it somewhere, and walked around the buggy, rationing it out as best as he could, yet attempting to drench the car. Once he only had a bit left, he walked to the back and poured it out over the guns. Did he have a lighter?

After searching through his bag and the buggy, the answer was no. He groaned, frustrated. Why did things always have to be so hard? He wandered over to the side of the road, where a hole in the pavement allowed grass to grow, he pulled the dry grass out and walked back over to to the buggy. After sitting that down, he found a tree down the road, off to the side, and broke off a branch. He used his Exact-O-Knife to cut a v shaped notch into the stick and began spinning. It took a while, but eventually the stuck sparked, catching the grass on fire. He used the stick to carry the nest of grass over the buggy and, after taking a few more guns to stuff into his pack, threw it onto the guns, lighting the whole buggy on fire. Obviously Chuckie had more survival skills than Charlie...

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Viola took a step back. She knew that it was obvious that they were from the outside. There was no use trying to fool him.
"Because we want to be alive! We're not insane, and we need shelter, and The dome is the best place to go. Who are you anyway? You seem..." Viola thought for a second. "Like you don't belong here,"

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William couldn't help but agree. Torex didn't seem to fit in, in her opinion at least.
"She's right."

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"Because we want to be alive! We're not insane, and we need shelter, and The dome is the best place to go. Who are you anyway? You seem.... Like you don't belong here."

The other girl nodded. "She's right."

Torex sighed. When had these things become about him? He was onto them and they were onto him. It was secret spilling him, he guessed. Torex tried not to take offense to the you don't look like you belong here part. Any other robot wouldn't, but Torex wanted nothing more than just to blend in with the crowd... to be human...

"I'm not built to fit in, I am built to fight and serve," he said in a very matter-of-fact voice. "My full name is Torex Mark 32, a robot based on complete obedience and ultra human fighting skills and courage. I passed all of their tests and was enlisted into a secret branch of the military. I am afraid I cannot get the Touch and when I was being escorted into the dome, I was attacked and I am afraid I'm broken. I was scheduled for demolition, but I ran away- a rouge robot is most definitely illegal, but the odds you will report me are .2% at their highest, for you are in hiding too." Torex folded his arms, his left arm not wanting to cooperate well, hung lower than the other. He was content with his speech.

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"How about a deal? We won't rat you out, if you don't rat us out. We got a deal, mate?"
William raised her eyebrow, and held her hand out to shake. If he shook, that meant he agreed. Or at least, that's what William saw it as.