â€œAlright just grab what we need and be quick about it!â€ Danny said in a hushed whisper to her team, as she stood by the door to keep an eye out.<br/><br/>The group of six that was with her moved with as much speed as they could muster. This group had been the main one going out on these runs for supplies and they were starting to feel it. The fear of being caught, the rush of adrenaline, lack of sleep from the late night runs and not to mention the mental/emotional toll that they received when a member of their team was lost. They were still trying to get over one that they lost last week. Every one of them feeling that it was someway their own fault.  Perhaps if they had been faster? Or if they had not breathed so hard? Just had they been better then maybe their friend would not have died.<br/><br/>In this world though there was no longer a time for grief, there was no longer a time for anything emotional really. Mostly people were forced to hold in their pain and their grief until a moment alone could be found. It was not uncommon to be walking the halls of their â€œhomeâ€ and hearing the sounds of someone sobbing softly. Some may go to comfort another, but many would just move on and leave them to their individual pain and misery.<br/><br/>The wind shifted, bringing with it the faint sounds of heavy machinery moving, moving toward them.<br/><br/>â€œFuck!â€ Danny swore under her breath as she took off the safety and ensured that her gun was cocked and ready to go. Giving a sharp whistle she alerted the rest of the team, who instantly drop whatever they were carrying and took up defensive positions while doing the same to their weapons that Danny had to her own. With sweat trickling down their faces as fear crept up their spines, silently praying to whatever god may still be listening to at least grant them a quick death.<br/><br/>As the sounds drew closer they became louder, along with the slight trembling of the ground as the weight of the mechanical monstrosity shook the ground beneath their feet. â€œToday is not the day...today is not the day....today is not the day...â€ Danny chanted over and over again softly to herself, her hands gripping her weapon so tight it made her knuckles white.