It’s more than safe to say that whatever sadistic animatronic Citra created is ruthless.

It escaped no less than three days ago now. People are missing, or at least that’s what the government says. They’re still trying to cover up the obvious.

It’s fireproof, waterproof, runs faster than most vehicles, about ten feet tall, it has padded feet for silent walking.. so who knows where it is. It could very well be behind you and you’d have no idea.

You avoid going out at night, but finding supplies is getting increasingly more difficult. Trying to find safe zones is getting really difficult too.

Today, you’re on your supply run when you heard metal clanging against the glass doors.

A cold chill runs down your spine, sending goosebumps all over you. You’re neck tenses up, you’re frozen in fear. You can see the ruthless machine in your peripheral vision.. your fight or flight kicks in.

You dropped most of the bags, then with all your might you pull down the shelf with hundreds of cans stocked. The cans explode, buying you some more time.

You dash out of the door, sprinting and not looking back. But it doesn’t take too long for your lungs to start burning, but you kept pushing. But, that’s when you heard a loud engine..— A motorbike engine.

A mysterious person on what seems to be a pretty damn fast bike, — perhaps one-thousand cc — stops in front of you. “Get on! Quickly!” They ordered, keeping an eye on you and watching the machine get closer with each step.

You made the split second decision, jumping onto the back of the bike and holding on tight. The person perfectly kept it balanced with your quick movements and immediately speeds off. (You can decide the gender and name <3)