<span style="font-size: 10px">The moment he stepped foot through the rotting door, the sun scorched his skin with a vengeance far worse than he had been anticipating. The second his torso was assaulted painfully, heat and pain combined with a deadly combo, and the words under his breath damned Axel to hell for ever suggesting Jiwon travel this apocalyptic world without proper covering. His patience was wearing thinner than a sheet of paper, and his anger was shattering his reasoning beyond logic. This wasn't good. If his mind wasn't in tact and techheads decided to invade during his lowest moment, he couldn't guarantee his own safety, let alone that of Blaze, and somewhere extremely deep inside him was left unsettled at the thought. Refusing to akcowledge his mental state and his physical anguish and pissy mood, Jiwon trudged onward without glancing behind him to check if the chick was following or not. She was a damn child to him, the kind that looked lost and broken in the eyes but stupidly smartassy and brave all at the same time, and he couldn't decide how he felt about that awkward combination. Perhaps he had learned to tolerate her because of Axel, or despite the disgust that curled his innards, maybe he should learn to accept he hated her company but... <i>possibly</i> not as much as everyone else's. His lips turned into a sneer. If his head was idiotic enough to accept her, then right now he needed a dose of sadism in his life to balance out feeling sick to the stomach. At the sound of her voice, Jiwon's body turned to seek the female companion, hoping her facial expression revealed how disheveled she truly felt about his sexual teasings from earlier. But then something flicked his attention away before he could focus on her features. A single shadow. Two arms, a head. Human? No. There were no survivors in the area, he had made sure of that without a doubt, and his skills were high above the average human when it came to surviving, experience a best friend he both cherished and detested. Right now, the relationship leaned more toward the cherish spectrum as instinct told him what he already knew: <i>They</i> were here. The bashed open window held no curtain on the second floor, leaving a gaping wound on the wall's façade. Blaze and him had sought a temporary shelter from the dangers in a broken down two story family home. Those bastards weren't there before, what suddenly alerted them to their presence? <br/>
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Then the shadow became a body and Jiwon's muscles tightened in horrid anticipation. <i>Give me your worst</i> Memories. Of all freaking times, his memories consumed his mind. The screaming, the desperation, the helpless abyss he had fallen into. Those damned red eyes. Caught. <i>Fuck.</i> It all happened in such a blur from the moment Jiwon's dark eyes connected with the piece of tech crap's gaze, and it was the adrenaline that kicked in two seconds too late. A piercing pain erupted from his leg, and another almost followed suit but the initial pain was more than enough to knock him out of his depressive stupor. Whatever recollection of memories had tied his legs to the ground quickly faded, and before another bullet could hit, Jiwon was running to the side, a rain of weapons coming behind him. He wasn't one of those idiots that shouted out the most obvious, so there's no point in warning Blaze to the immediate threat she'd be able to see with her own eyes. With an extra dose of adrenaline pumping through his bloodstream, Jiwon made it behind a covering of a rusty and abandoned car in the nick of time, a click from something ringing in his ears. No time to fixate his attention on the blood beginning to seep into his blue jeans. Keep moving. This ceasefire won't last long. Think. Breathe.... <i>Blaze!</i> Keeping his body safely hidden, Korean twisted his upper half to look and see if he could find where the orange haired bitch could be. Once he saw her, a breath he hadn't realized he was holding released, and that simple action aggravated his very soul. Rolling his eyes, Jiwon looked back up at the open window. No one. Crap. Where did he go? If Jiwon's military background served him any use at all, right now was the best time to stick his hand into the useless knowledge Preston accumulated during his life and grab something he could actually use. <i>He stopped shooting. He didn't give up, hell no. Then what the hell is it doing...?</i> Then it hit him. The click from earlier. The bastard was out of bullets. Jiwon closed his eyes and then placed his bets on that conclusion to stand up like a total idiot. <br/>
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<i>One... Two.... Three... Four...</i> The seconds passed by and nothing happened. <i>Use the time wisely, idiot!</i> Either this robot was gone to replenish his ammo, or the trigger happy piece of crap was a close combat fighter and was waiting for Jiwon to leave himself open to attack. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bf8000">Blaze! Get your ass over here now</span>!" There's the detail he had missed. Blaze hadn't been targeted. Which meant only one thing. <i>Fuck my life, it's a freaking cop rat.</i> As if his past didn't already haunt him enough. His face was all over these creep's Most Wanted list, and Jiwon was close to exploding, channeling his anger and bitterness into a slew of curses. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bf8000">"Dammit! Stay there</span>!" If she were near him, that would only put her in danger, and despite every fiber of his being that denied her existence meant something to him, he couldn't stomach the idea of her getting hurt. Not after what happened just last month... Swallowing the lump in his throat, his eyes turned harsh, looking around for wherever this robot would go. <br/>
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The government had created two kinds of metal artificial intelligence: the Medics and the Cops. Cop robots were programmed to seek whoever was on their Most Wanted and exterminate them. Medics were the ones that went haywire and sought to kill the entire human race for a bunch of deadly diseases or some ridiculous story Jiwon never cared to remember. Point was, they were killing everyone. Cops were the good guys, but for Jiwon, they were bad, bad news. He huffed then, running one hand through his hair and looked over at Blaze. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bf8000">AB. Go to 3rd Ave. Rendezvous at the corner store there. Grab whatever supplies you can find, I'll meet you there</span>." As he spoke, a shadow was slowly approaching from behind, and once it was a few meters away, Jiwon turned around and faced it head on.<br/>
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Black, white, and gray slick hardware stared back, bright red lights for eyes giving Jiwon a look that mirrored that of a broken man. This <a class="link link--external" href="https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/1e/a4/93/1ea493497a768525b8154a59c754de55.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">crap</a> was gearing for a fight, gun tossed aside. Jiwon grinned wickedly. A battle with internal emotions was his demise, but anything physical and the man was more than ready to oblige. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a9a9a9">Jiwon Lee</span>," the drone spoke, causing the Korean to twitch and glare spitefully. Did no one know what a freaking Korean name was supposed to be read? Instantly, he spoke up before the metal piece of crap could continue. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bf8000">Lee Jiwon. Get it right, bastard</span>." His voice obviously startled whatever technology was running his hardware. Not even acknowledging the words spoken, the drone continued. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a9a9a9">You are under arrest for theft, fraud and forgery, homicide, assault &amp; battery, arson, rape, racketeering, and vandalism. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to speak to an attorney, and to have an attorney present during any questioning. Are you going to resist your arrest yet again, Mr. Lee</span>." By the end, Jiwon was ready to take a nap. <i>Anything else you got on me?</i> Looking back at Blaze one last time, Jiwon glared. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bf8000">Go</span>." And that's when the cop decided to attack. A hard material landed a solid punch into his face with enough strength to throw him backward and land on the floor a few feet away. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bf8000">Goddammit! Go, Blaze</span>!" He grit out angrily, but the look in his eyes was far from anger. His lips curved into a wicked smile, feeling the familiar rush to his mind take over, a high from the hatred and the power from being in a fight. Eyes gleamed with passionate joy of the most twisted kind. This battle was gonna be one hell of a stress reliever.</span>