It moved, and there wasn't much of a damn thing she could do about it. It tossed a wave of sand at her that almost knocked her over. Her nose, her teeth, her eyes, and her pony tail all got some. Luckily her coat offered protection for the rest of her body. But she could feel it seeping down her neck into her coat. A bullet would probably just ricochet right off it so she didn't bother trying to draw her gun in the middle of a piss. But she heard Zieg's shot at it.<br/><br/>"What the hell are you doing over there!" Apryl screamed, "Are you trying to kill me!"<br/><br/>She really didn't want to move until it was done and the movement didn't seem to be in response or coming after her. So she finished, as fast as she could, but she finished and pulled her shorts panties up faster than she ever did in her life. Then she grabbed her pack and backed away from it what seemed like a good distance, maybe about three meters. Plus, her feet were away from the sand sink and on firmer ground. Her breath was ragged and her face was red. Nothing was worse than being shot at and having sand thrown in your face when you were trying to take a piss. In all the commotion, she had forgotten about the little cramps in her abdomen, until she felt another one. Not much that could done for it though, any chance to do anything discreetly had really just flown out the window. Although she did have time to turn around for a minute and pull something from a coat pocket, the items were covered with sand. She threw them on them ground, now she was really pissed. But she couldn't even say why!<br/><br/>"ARRRRGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" she screamed, ruffling her hair and almost losing her hat, "You bastards I ought to kill every last one of you!"<br/><br/>She walked toward Zieg, pulling the brim of her hat down to keep her face out of the sun.<br/><br/>"Are you an imbecile, how do you propose to drag that thing anywhere," she said, "What the hell if it starts moving again? And what was the point of shooting it, is a freaking bullet your solution for everything!"<br/><br/>She was walking back to the bed of the truck grumbling something under her breath when the mechanical thing made a very loud noise and shook the earth with its break for freedom. Eyes wide with a mix of fear and amazement, she did a one hundred and eighty degree turn to face the machine. Instinct told her to start looking for a potential weak spot in that things armor; it also told her they were fucked if that thing was about to get serious. There just weren't enough places to take cover! Luckily, it pulled out a type writer instead of a gun, because at this point Apryl had a very itchy trigger finger.<br/><br/>"I suppose it told you," Apryl giggled.<br/><br/>This thing was, if anything else, very funny. From the looks of it, it might have been Catholic. At least it was talking, sort of, instead of shooting. Feeling courageous, she walked right up to it and flicked the metal with her finger to see if it was hollow inside.<br/><br/>"Well now, I suppose we aren't too fond of you either," she said with a crooked grin.