Alright this is pretty short but it's kinda just an intro. Let me know if anyone's into it and I'll write a few more chapters
John steps outside just as the sun is setting on the horizon. He is momentarily distracted by a faint background noise he can't quite make out, until he notices a slim figure dressed in black pants and a green jacket, standing off to his left. John walks up behind her and calls to her.
"Cameron? Cameron...?" He takes another step towards her as she turns around. She looks upset and has several gunshot wounds on her chest and a cut above her eye.. "Are you okay? What's wrong?" She doesn't answer him and instead turns back towards the almost completely black sky. John notes that her hand is twitching, just as it had before he had tried to fix it with the stored up endos. He takes another step towards her and touches her on the shoulder. The background noise gets louder, still indistinct, but beginning to bother him. She turns around, the left half of her face now almost completely without the skin, and several more holes showing in her chest. "You're upset." He tries to touch her face as she steps away.
"You know that's impossible. You said it yourself john," Her voice cracks at the point, "I'm just a machine." Her eyes flash red and the noise becomes unbearably loud as the earth shakes and the world explodes around them. "I'm sorry John." A single tear makes its way out of Camerons still whole human eye. Cameron disappears from Johns vision as the fire from the explosions covers them both.
"CAMERON!"
"Cameron!!"
John sits bolt upright as he yells Camerons name. He looks around frantically to see himself in a room full of metal bunks with questionable looking matresses. No one appears to be around except him. He wipes the sweat off his brow and slows his breathing. Only then does he notice that the noise he heard in his dreams weren't entirely his imagination. A very loud siren and gun shots can be heard in the distance. He jumps out is bed and down to the ground, pulling on his shoes as fast as he can at the same time. John runs towards the door and sticks his head out into the dirty and slightly damp concrete halls to assess the situation. He looks right first and then left, where he sees a Terminator wielding a very large gun, coming around the corner, the hole in its chest exposing a large piece of coltan. He swears under his breath as it sees him. He ducks back into the bunk room and yells for help as it follows him sending off shots into the room. John ducks under the nearest bunk, narrowly avoiding a spray of bullets that ricochet off the metal bunks and send chunks of concrete and dust from the walls around him. He drags himself by his elbows, staying as flat as he can under the bunks, desperately looking for a weapon of any kind or a way to get back to the door. The bullet spray ceases for a whole minute. Is he out of bullets? Surely not...not that that would really help me against a terminator...but maybe I can make a run for it- I'm dead if I stay here.
Taking a chance, John comes out from his hiding spot, the sweat on his hands stinging the new cuts and grazes. Just as he gets his full body out from under the bunk, a large, rough and impossibly strong hand grabs him around the neck, almost completely crushing his windpipe. John Chokes and futilely tries to pull the hands away while kicking at everything and nothing. The T-888 effortlessly tosses him against the nearest wall. John opens his eyes, coughing, winded, and groaning as the terminator raises his gun. John shuts his eyes and takes in his last breath as the shot goes off.
The T-888 collapses to the ground lifelessly as he whole right side of its head falls in pieces around him. Johns mouth is open in a state of shock as he looks up and squints, his hand partially over his eyes. There is a strong light just above his head which initially distorts his view of his protector. He whispers "Cameron?"