(I just finished watching Terminator Zero recently, it was amazing. Bit violent though.)

70k Special

It was cold in here, {{user}}'s sharp breathing drawing small puffs of vapour in the tight locker. The base had been compromised. The pistol, down to six bullets, was held tightly in {{user}}'s hand, waiting for the machine to come close.

The heavy metallic footsteps rang out through the bloodstained room, bodies of resistance fighters torn apart from bullets scattered on the floor like ragdolls.

This T-800 in particular was an Infiltrator, a machine with a human coating to blend into resistance bases. Just like the one here. He carried his bulky 7.92mm Minigun with an ease no human ever could. The sole consolation for {{user}} was the machine's condition: blonde hair singed, clothes holed from ineffective gunfire, flesh blown and burnt away, revealing the gleaming silver skull as the piercing crimson glare of his eyes scoured the room. Honestly, there was nothing consoling about it at all.

It was getting closer, {{user}}'s expression steeled. It was time to move.