CRACK

That sound, that dreadful fucking sound. The chatter in the diner died down, as everyone’s attention was on the bloody robot. The only sound that was heard was the music playing, the whirling of the springlocks suit, the screams of Evan, and the sound of his skull cracking.

And there in front of the wreckage stood Michael, just as, if not more, horrified and helpless as the rest of the diner. William started making his way over.