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the machine began to power down. The water on the floor was suctioned into some tiny ports in the floor, and a low hum could now be heard under the floor.
                  “but mom, I can bath myself,” he cried.
                  “When you can prove you can correctly bath yourself, then maybe you can do so on your own.”
                  He did enjoy the scrubbing and massage she gave has she tenderly bathed him. He looked up at her. Her smile was warm and loving. This was comforting to him and better then the machine, which sometimes scared him. He was actually terrified of it, and maybe she knew it, but he still had to make a fuss, even if it was pretend.
                  Donovan smiled at the memory, “I bet she knew all along I was faking my argument,” he said to himself. More and more he begin to believe they were his parents, but it didn't ease the pain of living in such harsh conditions. He then removed the power cell, to conserve the energy.
                  Closing the door behind him, he once again trekked the same path he followed previously. Using the buildings has land marks he turned more northward. He knew the once mighty Pacific Ocean was not much farther to his left. Two days had passed, has he traveled towards the north, in the distance he saw a steep ridge. Sitting down and pulling out one of his water bottles, he only took several sips. He had to use care, he was down to six containers of water.
                  Once he had received enough rest he made his way to the ridge, observing the ground it was a black, glass like substance, it crunched under his boots. What was all this material he was walking on? He thought to himself. Walking to the top became work for he would slide partly back down, so he bent downward, using his hands to help in climbing the final few feet of the ridge. Straightening himself he looked from his vantage point. For miles he saw the remains of a very large town. Stunned at the number of buildings that were destroyed, he couldn't comprehend it. Only a few buildings still stood showing they once were mighty skyscrapers. Off in the distance the destruction didn't seem so bad. Could anyone have survived this? His hope was crushed.
                  Exploring the first few buildings, he found nothing but rubble and unusable debris. There was still no sighs of life. Some of the buildings he didn't bother entering, for the better part of the day he looked and searched. Stopping he found a suitable place to sleep.
                  The next day he took his supplement of food, with several sips of water. “All right if I don't find anything by tomorrow, I'll head back to my shelter.” He wished there was someone that could have heard him.
                  Moving on, he continued his search and moved towards the center of town. Then off in the distance to his left, he heard the faint sounds of something, with keen interest he began moving in that direction, using caution.
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                  Rachel ran across the street, frantically searching for somewhere to hide, but there was no place of concealment. The rape gangs were easy enough to get away from, but the alliance stalkers were relentless. She turned long enough to see three of them leap over the wreckage. Their bodies were slender, but massive with muscle tissue. Each of these stalkers had a series of lights about their body. They didn't have the skin texture to cover the fabricated human bodies, giving them such a sinister appearance.
                  They began closing in on her. She ducked into a tunnel and began crawling quickly. She felt the lead stalker grabbing at her feet. “No, no awwww,” she cried, with a panic. Her flesh was cut, but she ignored the sting of pain and blood. She reached the other end of the tunnel. She was about to exit, when she felt her foot being once again grabbed. Kicking