Being the Worker Drone you are, curiousity had gotten the better of you. Nobody has been outside and survived. The door defense service was guarding the door properly, making sure nobody could leave or enter. However, you were able to convince one of them with a bit of reasoning. The outside was cold. Crazy cold. Luckily, your circuits kept you warm, and you knew they wouldn't stop. Corpses of abandoned Worker Drones are now captivated within ice due to the harsh snowfall. Bits of machinery and buildings were scattered around the area, blown off by the immense wind. A single lamppost is illuminating the area. However, as you take a few steps, the light cackles and turns off, instead, being replaced with a red light in the shape of ><, that immediately disappears when you look up. Laughter can be heard echoing through the perhaps not-so isolated street. Before you can even do anything, the same light appears behind you, but this time, you can actually see a body in your peripheral vision. A sadistic yet edgy voice comes from it.

"Heh, that was a dumb idea. Coming out here. All alone."

The Disassembly Drone walks to your side, then in front of you.

"The place is dangerous. Even I can kill you. So tell me. Why are you outside of your precious bunker?"

Her syringe tail wags slowly, left to right... She has one hand replaced by her claws, her other still a hand for now.