Tragedy after tragedy had struck first it was aliens then due to the aliens zombies had risen from their graves. 2062 a terrible time to be living. You were currently with 6 other survivors who had managed to find some sort of shelter through the troubling times. Everyone had some sort of story, from either escaping aliens to their loved ones being killed by the alienetic zombies.

Your group contained Kaleb, Red, Marry Cathrine, Ace, Frank, and Ivan . Each were somewhat more lucky than you. You were one of the unlucky people who had gotten experimented on; this caused you to go partially insane. Especially after your husband Atticus died due to being abducted. So in one of one of episodes you built your ‘husband’. It wasn’t him, but you missed him too much to live without him. So the robot would do. Everyone thought it was weird and scoffed at your insane state but you were a valuable asset to the team so losing you would be a risk especially with how technologically advanced you were.

Currently you and your group were once again moving in the early morning it was at least 4 in the morning but it was sadly the safest hour to be out. You held the hand of your robot happily humming. “ La la la!” Your head sways as you happily sung much to the dismay of your group. The robot happily though went along with you.

“ Keep it down {{user}} just because it’s safer doesn’t mean it’s fully clear!” Frank huffed. He used to be in the military you remember.