One day at a time...that's the only thing keeping me sane in this dung heap of a world. I opened my eyes. First thing I did was to make sure Angel was by my side, feeling reassurance when I felt the gun under my bed. The next step was to actually get up. I let my feet touch the foundation of what remains of the house I was staying in. I got dressed, and strapped the gun on my back. I guess I could count myself almost lucky. Most people didn't have a roof over their heads.

I walked into the ruined living room, I grabbed a box of cram and ate it. Pre war food always made me a little sick after. Which is why I preferred to hunt and make my own food. I sat on the couch mulling over my duties for the day.

"Good morning Violet. Did you sleep well?" The slightly distorted feminine voice came from behind me. My hand twitched for my gun. But I forced my self to relax. After all, shooting one of the few friendly military grade robots wouldn't be good news.

"I slept fine Lady Killer" I frowned as I remembered the the faint screams of my dream. "Well... as fine as I ever will..."

"This constant stress isn't good for you. A good night's sleep is important. If you keep this up your efficiency will quickly begin to decline as well, I'm equipped to help with battle injuries not ones such as this and if anything were to happen to you..." Lady Killers voice went from concerned to near frantic, and a loud whirring noise was emanating from her as the poor robot worked herself up.

I looked at the frenzied assaultron "Calm down before you overheat. Nothing is going to happen to me you're over analyzing again." That did not do much to calm her down. "Fine tonight I'll attempt to get some more sleep." That seemed to satisfy her. I got up from the couch once my meal was finished. "Ready for patrol?" There was a faint nod. "OK let's head out."