A seventeen year old girl, five foot nine with midnight black hair and striking emerald eyes, limped slowly out of the rubble of a nearby fallen building. She watched in keen interest as two robots with blue eyes followed a kid that held a strange cube and was running for his life. The two robots intercepted and took down any robot that tried to stop the teenage boy.
As she watched, the teenage girl realized that the robots with blue eyes were good and that the cube that they were protecting played an important role in this fight. Seeing that the two robots following the boy were having problems, the girl decided to help out. She had overheard from the shouts of the army men that the cube would determine the fate of the human race.
Now, it wasn't that she didn't trust the army or the robots or anything, it was just the small fact that her fate as well as the fate of all of human kind was in the hands of a particular group of people. A small group of people that were getting their butts kicked.
The black haired teen looked around quickly and found a discarded M-16 automatic on the ground a few yards away. With a grin, she raced towards it, as fast as she could on a hurt leg. Picking it up, the teen realized that it was out of shells. Her smile faded as a string of curses escaped her mouth.
The sound of shouting and guns brought her attention to a pile of rocks a few hundred feet off. If they had guns, they probably had extra bullets. Hoping that they had extra M-16 rounds, the teen quickly, yet carefully made her way towards the army men. She arrived with little problems. Just the occasional flying car or ball of fire headed her way.
"Miss!" a young man with a captains' uniform on yelled at her, "You shouldn't be here!" The teen continued to hobble towards them, dropping to the ground behind the rock pile when she reached them.
"Do you guys happen to have any extra bullets?" she asked breathlessly, holding up the automatic for the men to see. The captain's eyes widened.
"You're not planning on joining this fight, are you?" he asked incredulously. The teen glared.
"Nope. Just want some bullets for the hell of it," she retorted sarcastically. The captain shook his head.
"This may be a war, but I'm not gonna let some teenager take part in it," he stated firmly. The girls's eyes narrowed.
"First off, you can call me Chris. Secondly, I already see two teenagers in this war! What harm is a third one gonna do?" she replied hotly. A large yellow taxi slammed into the same rock pile they were all taking shelter behind. The captain looked over at Chris after the dust and debris settled.
"That answer your question?" he asked, annoyed. The teen nodded, reaching into his pack and getting out a few magazines for the M-16.
"Yep. I'm gonna help a hell of a lot."