[Mac Sirloin]

EDIT: NOW IT'S 4AM WHY DO YOU FUCKERS DO THIS TO ME ARRGRHGH

It was getting cold. Really cold. I could only imagine How Grace must feel....
No. Don't think about grace. Think about running and the safehouse and getting out of here and never coming back.
The Guard was out of sight and I was running mostly blind. I'd smashed my lantern on some jutting meal and it kept flickering. I couldn't tell if I was being chased or the shadows and noise were all just me.
I rounded a corner to be greeted by the far off site of the Airship and the small shack. I ran as fast as I could, tearing ass all across the lot when a whining strained sound erupted into the air. I screamed, stumbled, and somersaulted trying to keep my momentum. Something shot through the air in front of me, something that had recently been pulverized.
A cold, faint glow stared at me from the husk of the Caretaker robot. I sprinted over it as thumping footsteps pounded behind me. The guard broke cover from behind the airship and made for the shack, I dove, right as he heaved the door shut.
We crouched, completely silent for a few seconds. He smacked several large red buttons and security shutters and reinforcement plates snaked across the door and window.
He sunk to the floor, exhausted.
"You...got...lost?" He panted.
"Yeah..."
"Airship...not enough fuel...no radio..." he broke off, desperately thinking of a way to get us out.
"Grace said something about...tha-that supervisor ruh-robot. She said it had a radio..." I tried to sound optimistic.
"S'no good...that thing's back at...at whatever the fuck that thing was. Oh, god..." he put his hands up to his face.
I tried asking him if he saw what threw the caretaker but he wouldn't respond, after awhile I realized he was asleep. I tried to close my eyes but kept being greeted by the silhouette of whatever was back at those piston things.


Whatever had been after us had gone. I didn't hear it, I guess. The guard was awake long before me, fiddling with the tools the shack had.
"Shit! God damn it!" I woke up to.
He'd opened the fridge. The freezing cartridges had long since rotted out, leaving the whole thing unusable. the food had apparently all gone bad. Air sealed meals bore puncture marks in all the wrong places.
The tools were all dusty, completely unusable. At one point a screwdriver just powdered away. There were missing cables and wrenches, too.
"Did someone raid this shithole, or what?" the guard muttered.
After a lot of pacing he succumbed to his boredom or desperation and decided to open the security locks.
He slid the panel open to find all of them torn from their sockets.