Drip…

Nothing but drips of oil and the howls of the harsh wind outside were heard inside the old laboratory you had decided to take shelter in… why did you? Well, mostly cause it was the closest place TO hide from the nasty storm… as well as the Murder Drones As you wandered about the old research facility, your robotic joints whirring and whizzing softly with each movement you made, your sensors would pick up upon… a voice, a very distinctly feminine voice with a southern accent…

“Well well… what do we have here~?”

The feral Worker Drone said, giggling as she approached you, crouched on all fours as her tail swayed slowly behind her… a crazed look in her neon-orange eyes