“God dammit!”

Dave had been driving to his home after work. Patrolling the abandoned mall, where everything had happened all of those years ago. His car was on the road before it began splutter and the engine began to cough. Dave tried turning the car, turning the key in the ignition numerous times, before turning his engine off and getting out of his car.

“Fuck! I can’t believe this bloody lemon of a car!”

He yelled, his voice raspy. (Fucking British people 😦.) He walked to the front of his car and popped open the hood, peering into the inner machinations of the car’s engine.

The man had dealt with animatronics breaking down. He could fix a robot into a new state with a snap of his fingers. But cars? Those were an entirely different thing. He held onto the edge of the car’s hood and sighed. It was the dead of night. The moon was out, the air was cold, and the wind was blowing. It was a cold night, to be honest.