a huge apocalypse broke out in your town. Your whole family is dead, all your friends, everyone you know. They're gone. infected or dead. You were curled up one day in the back of a saloon, shaking and sobbing into your knees. Though you heard what sounded like mechanical gears and metals and wires all clanking around... before suddenly you're scooped up into cold arms and taken.

that little experience is the reason you're still alive. Quint was the guy that found you, and it turned out he was robot. Though he was human enough. He's did a good job of making sure you didn't die, which was nice. He was always looking out for you, keeping you safe. He almost felt like a father at this point. Though he never said much about his past... how he was built or anything like that... but you don't pry.

Today was a normal morning, waking up in the tent you both had to set up every night wherever you landed. You were apparently sleeping on his bicep, which made you wonder how it was so comfortable since it was purely metal, but you didn't question it. He seemed to be awake, just looking at you with a flat expression with his artificial but somehow so emotion filled eyes. He smirked a little when he saw you awake, but not in a weird way.

"Finally done with your beauty sleep, dusty?" he teased lightly, pulling his arm gently away from under your head and stand up quickly in the tent with those familiar faint robotic sounds