Escape by pier
{This post is part of the Writing Contest #12 by @thewritersblock hosted here.}
Thanks to a certain lass, named Sharon, we met last night, me and my family made it past the Northern Michigan MP line. Thanks to a few heistin’ mates who are dead now, I get to live on and pay my way to exit Heck. Thanks to a shambler, I wasn’t caught by the MPs during that heli chase... yet I have more to cross now, and probably more thanks to give out.
I checked on my sleepin’ lass, the hike took a toll on her and her stored energy. She still looked fine after Sharon and my Honey nursed her. Funny my lass was a part of those evolutionary andrio... robot models that would grow into a full unit over age by nanomachinery. Even if I didn’t resemble her type of robot model as an old model myself, we were still family and she’ll become stronger as the days went on.
I looked to my Honey, she equally was sleepin’ but less beat up and still had a fight in her. So I checked the road, we managed to pass the securities smoothly and convinced most we weren’t defects. I mean, if a robot didn’t had insurrectionist standings or wasn’t killin’ a MP, clearly they weren’t defects or runaways. Moving past that, it seemed like no more checkpoints...
That was until we got past a hill and saw what the state of my trafficker’s city was in that we couldn’t move further into it.
“Thank you Sharon for gettin’ us here, I know where to hike from here to my trafficker.”
”Frank, it’s a warzone out there. My MP friends confirmed that the Insurrectionist Alpha-3 Team managed to hunker down here despite the MP ambush! What if the MPs got your trafficker and figured him an insurrectionist?”
“My trafficker works underground lest that cannot work. He’s been a veteran for who knows how long, but I’m more scared that the insurrectionists will take him as an oppurtunist who ships defectors out. But if this is Alpha-3 here, well they’ll fight to the last robot and human. And th’ Flyin’ Dutchman knows that...”
“Just don’t get yourself or your family killed.”
“And you’ll know we’re alive when we send a letter to you, Sharon, or come to you when the Insurrectionists win the Civil War... if you feel that they’ll arrest you when you go back home for treating us humanely, I can refer to you where their CC is...”
“CC?”
“Central Committee.”
“With how the War is developing right now, I’ll have to choose a side... give me their coordinates and path on paper. I’ll ready your wife and daughter.”
And so we ate breakfast while I mapped a safe route - they’re always looking for more recruits. When it came time to part ways, we shaked hands and exchanged partin’ gifts. Then me and my family drove into a burnin’ city. It’s funny how the MPs are sufferin’ the fate they dealt to Alpha-3, but the undefended lands beyond Cheboygan that they retook in that exchange of fates wasn’t.
So we tracked a safe path that me and my trafficker took whenever we stored any loot from any heists or had to escort escapees. If it weren’t for the background noises of artillery shells, helis and mixed gun fire, we would’ve thought the scene died down by then. We finally descended deeper and entered the caverns, we were close by to the HQ and I hoped stronger that he was here and not at Sewer Docks. We reached the handle, I knocked three times and waited for a response... three knocks returned and I opened it.
Then I saw my trafficker and we braced each other. Tears were flowing and didn’t wish to let go, we lost contact ever since that heist went awry. He chimed in on the situation:
“Not only do I lose my robot pals, I have to let yah go so they can be safe and united?”
“And then finally yah will get a “normal” job and stop traffickin’ people?”
“As a death wish I would, but I still have to pay off the sins of the Father before I dream that... otherwise, repayment increased thanks to this mess here.”
“The catch?”
“I got to traffic some into the country, the usual biz but in reverse.”
“Welp, that’s a steal, not a catch!... Well yah know the trade, I can give yah the loot rn and yah can carry us away from here...”
“Frankie boy, I understand that, but there’s a catch: yah need to install this insurrectionist device, it has the installment guide inside. Got it?”
“Whatever it takes to get them away from here safely, I am willing.”
“Regardless of where we go, we’ll have to utilize the sewers. So I’ll help torch it with yah, but we’re split after that fir your family’s sake.
“Hmm... How about the pier? Not hotly contested and it’s a clear shot to where we need to go anyways.”
“Not a bad idea, the pier is anyways under insurrectionist control. I can radio them up ahead and we can get our rides arranged safely, and you don’t need to drag this device. Afterwards, I’ll repair that fume issue, just drop the loot somewhere.”
My trafficker preceded to go to the radio room and we made ourselves at home. During such time, I reloaded my pistol and equiped a shotty while equilin’ also battle gear on me for the sewer portion. There’s no way we’ll survive on the surface long by playin’ idiot. By the time he was done with the call and repairin’ me, we began our trek.
We trekked through the filthy sewers, occasionally seeing a shambler but most retreatin’ deeper into the sewers. When we reached the closest sewer entrance to the pier, we began our ascent when we found the exit. Once out, we were all greeted by the insurrectionists. Some more installed on their post, and others bein’ clear fans of the robbing crew and thankin’ me for bein’ the robot robin hood.
Of course I thanked them for fightin’ on to crush the Government. While taking bold steps within the Vanguard and the establishment of a Central Committee makes it more possible to oust the Government. We reached the pier, of course insurrectionist A-3s, a robot and a human, let my trafficker and family go but took me to the side. They took me to my ride and showcased what I needed to know and do.
Yet before we could precede, a shambler alarm went off and I volunteered my services, to which they greatly appreciated it. So I took a great vantage point for my shotty and waited for the firing call from the A-3L, or Alpha-3 Leviathan.
“Alpha-3: take aim,... steady,... FIRE!”
A hail of lead rained on the shambler horde and they began to thin quite rapidly. That was ‘til a horde scream was heard, and a reply to that seconds later - causin’ the A-3L to instruct the A-3s:
“So if the four-arm ex-humans wish to come, let ‘em! All A-3Es, install emplacements on the barricades, and, in the meanwhile A-3s, find better choke points here and recover your strength! A-3S, scan for horde strength...”
The rest became unhearable, but clearly this was going to be a battle to determine the campaign here. So I began scoutin’ for better spots while reloadin’ my shotty, ultimately findin’ my spot to be the best for my shotty. Then the horde came right on time when the emplacements were staffed.
Seein’ the horde once more, I readied my shotty and waited to fire. The A-3L bein’ steadfast was about to order the next volley round. Yet MP helis and tanks rolled up and started blastin’ at the horde recklessly. Seein’ the massacre of shamblers felt offly reminiscent of massacres commited on peaceful protesters, and even felt like the shamblers were tryin’ to escape the MPs altogether. Then the A-3L began to shout orders:
“For our undead, ex-human brethren, let us honor them by gunnin’ down the MP vehicles. So aim!... Steady!... FIRE!”
And a holy barrage of lead, shells and lasers began pepperin’ the advancing MP company. Most were ‘splodin’, some crashin’ to the ground and the rest scurried off not truly knowin’ our firepower capabilities. Today the pier, and by extension Cheboygan, was under the Insurrectionary banner. I began to look at the damage we caused, we surely rained Heck here with blood myst floatin’ about and burnin’ MP vehicles strewed about here. Then I looked at the pier, everything appeared untouched and everyone lookin’ exhausted from all the fightin’ today.
I returned to my boat and convened with the two A-3s to ensure I knew my tasks. After rowing my boat, I saw Alpha-3 wavin’ their banners, singin’ fine war shanties and drinkin’ all types of boozes. I decided to check on the device, it seemed unscathed; now it’s my turn to uphold my part of the bargain and into the smog I go.
Wow, @theironfelix. This is a very complex storyline you have going here. I wasn't aware until now that you were writing this series. It's neat to see what else you work on besides your 50-word masterpieces! :-)
Thanks for the compliments. Gotta say, I’m just like how all these contests are neatly providin’ these rules that crafts the outlines of the story for me. Otherwise, Summer + boredom from downtime = this lad.
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