"Damon!!" I yelled. I blinked a few times. For a few moments, everything in front of me was blurry. No, not just what I saw. Even my thoughts were jumbled. My thoughts were blurry.
Physical consciousness came first, and I began to feel the cold touch of stone beneath me. I was on my back, but movement slowly started coming back into my limbs. I groaned and tried looking around myself, but my neck ached.
Things started clearing up in my head, and my mind began to function normally. Unfortunately, full consciousness came with another dreaded feeling- pain. A stinging sensation came over my entire body. I yelled in pain and jolted upwards before falling onto my back again. The brief, sudden action had only made the pain worse.
But that was a good thing. Blood was circulating now. The pins and needles would be removed soon, hopefully. After another minute or so, the sting diminished into a steady soreness. I tried lifting my right arm, but it pathetically flopped an inch or two to the side.
The sound of footsteps reached my ears. "Uh oh. ." I breathed. I had to get out of this alley. I clenched my teeth and tried to get up, but my knees bounced and I fell again. The footsteps became louder, and as they came closer I was able to recognize that sound. That metallic quality of sound- an Automaton. Extra bad.
Realizing the futility of movement, I shut my mouth and hoped it would pass by. But by some Red-forsaken chance, my left leg felt an immense shock as if someone had hit it with a sledgehammer. I cried out in brief agony, and the Automaton heard. At least, the footsteps stopped . . . then resumed; becoming louder each second.
My eyes widened, and I began to breath faster. It wouldn't be long before it figured out which alley. I decided to take a different approach in getting up. The feeling in my arms had returned, and I assumed the shoulders were the same. Clenching my teeth again, I turned myself until I rolled until my stomach. With my arms beneath me, I pushed with all my strength.
Surprisingly, it worked. But as I stumbled to my feet, I noticed that the footsteps had stopped once more. Turning around slowly, I came face to face with a strange Automaton. Nothing like I had seen before. It resembled a Pacifier, but instead of a Break-hammer it had some sort of blade coming out of its arm. And though it was dark, I could see the gold and blue plating of its armor. Unlike the usual red and silver.
It uttered the same announcement as it usually did, but I wasn't listening. How strange it was to find a new Automaton these days. Perhaps it was a Rep? My thoughts were interrupted as its rant ended, and it began to step towards me. Definitely not a Rep; definitely not friendly.
I raised my hands in surrender and tried to talk to it. "Listen, I'm not sure why I'm here. I'm not even sure where I am. Please, I wasn't doing anything . . wrong." The Automaton made no reply, and its menacing blade came even closer.
Well, I thought, at least it doesn't act any different than the normal ones. Maybe it'll break the same way too. And I smiled.
I waited until the blade was within a few inches of my chest, the point of no return someone once taught me- and then I twisted to the side leaped. It wasn't a particularly far leap- just high enough for my foot to get a good place on the wall. From that point I launched and used my other boot to kick the Automaton. Stunned, it fell down.
Disappointly though, it began to rise. Kick wasn't strong enough, probably. Waking up in some unknown alley does that to you, I suppose. On the bright side, the Automaton fell like they usually would fall. It'd break the same way too. Kicking it again wasn't of much effort.
I reached down and grabbed its strange blade-arm, then placed a firm boot on where its elbow joint was. I twisted and pulled upwards swiftly, and the arm came off with a satisfying pop. The Automaton, by now, was already too stunned to react, but I finished the job by sticking the blade arm through the helmet.
I stepped back to observe and reflect on what had just happened.
I woke up in a strange alley: check.
I just destroyed a rather odd Automaton: check.
I had absolutely no idea what to do next: check, check, check.
I looked out into the street. Things looked strangely familiar, but other things didn't. One thing was the same, however, and that was the Fog. It curled around my legs, and I stepped back with force. The weirdest thing, though, was a poster on the side of the wall. In disbelief, I ripped it off and stared at it.
"How is this possible?" I said out loud. I let it fall to the floor and glanced in both horror and mystery at my surroundings. On the poster was Alexander . . . his magnificent grey moustache and mechanical arm pointing at you. Telling you to join the Resistence.
One problem- Alexander died a long time ago. In the great crash. One that marked the fall of the Resistance before it even began.
What is this?