Raylen was in a house hunting and stumbled on upon a home filled with rotting corpses. "What happened here?" He asked to himself. Raylen was a nineteen-year-old young man that went to college. He had a normal life. At least, as normal as he could have it.

People usually try to live a life as normal as possible. He was about to bend down to check how these people were killed, when he heard a scream. It was a scream of a girl. He stood up to see who was screaming, and why she was screaming.
He ran as fast as he could to follow the sound of the noise. When he went to where the noise was, he saw a girl around his age trying to fight off a robot. They looked like they had been fighting for some time now. She looked exhausted, but hid it well. She had some injuries as well, and was dirty head to toe.
The robot was fine, but damaged badly. There was something strange about this robot though. He didn't shoot his gun at her when he pulled it out. It was as if he was hesitant about it. Raylen didn't know why, but he wondered about the possibilities that made him hesitant.

The girl closed her eyes, waiting for her fate. She seemed surprisingly calm. When she didn't hear any noise, she opened her eyes confused. She realized she wasn't dead yet, and wondered why. She noticed this robot's face. He definitely seemed hesitant about shooting her. She looked at him confused. The two just stared at each other for hour we it seemed to them.