There is nothing scarier than walking into a city and finding nothing.

No trash, no stray animals, no insects. The ground wasn't even slightly covered by bird feces or discarded gum. The city looked almost brand-new, as if the government built it and is now waiting for people to inhabit it.

Red obviously had no qualms on how empty the city is. She kept urging Murphy on, wanting him to walk a bit faster.

"C'mon," She said quietly, tugging at the cyborg's large hand.

Murphy tried to please her, but it's hard to walk around with 300 pounds worth of metal. His knees, ankles and feet were equipped to handle such extremities, but as a result, his footing is slow and hard.

Red kept staring into the sky, fearfully watching the sun. With the high rises, the sun was only shown through the spaces between, giving patches of light from time to time. Even though the sun wouldn't officially set for another hour, it'll be night time in the city within twenty minutes.

"Over here," Red said, taking to a particular gothic built building. "Up here."

She had brought him to a library. Murphy had to watch his footing as he climbed the ridiculously large amount of stairs, noting there were no handrails or ramp for the handicap. Up front, Red pulled hard on the large dark brown tinted doors, using her small frame to hold it open for Murphy. "In here. Hurry."

Once inside, Murphy's semi-loud footsteps echoed off the walls in the empty library. There were books, large hardbacks donning the twelve foot bookcases. But like the city, the library held no signs of life.

Even though they were now inside, Red kept urging Murphy on. Taking him to another staircase, she explained, "They'll find us if we stay downstairs. The second floor is the only place that can fully cover us."

What she meant by that, Murphy didn't know.

Upstairs was the same as downstairs. The only difference was the change of bookcase arrangements. Downstairs, the bookcase ends faced the windows. Upstairs, the whole face of bookcases laid towards the windows, letting a person to hide behind them.

"Behind here," Red led him behind one of the large bookcases. There, Murphy finally saw human life.

On the ground, tucked in the corner, laid blankets and makeshift pillows. Red's bed, he assumed. On the walls of the bookcases, she tucked in ripped out pages of pictures. Pictures of other people, animals, places, things.

Even upstairs and beside Red's bed, she didn't calm down. As Murphy noticed, the sun was finally gone. The library was sent into complete black, forcing him to turn on his night vision visor.

"Don't move!" Red hissed at him. "Don't make any loud noises."

Murphy, his curiosity at its' peaked almost made him asked her why. He stopped himself when he heard the loud noise of helicopters above him.

The fevered beating of the metal blades were a welcoming sound to him, but Red did not. She covered her ears as the sound seemed to rattle the windows. The library suddenly exploded into light as the unidentified copter shown it's beams inside. The lights raked across the library in a slow manner.

Red stayed perfectly still when the lights touched their area, but because of the books, they were not seen.

After a long painful minute, the lights finally left. Red breathed easily again.

Now that the apparent danger had left, Murphy looked down upon his young companion. "Your arm," He noted. "It's still bleeding."

Red turned to her shoulder. She lifted up the sleeve of her shirt, revealing the horrible wound underneath. Murphy, who was coming in closer to help, suddenly stepped back in surprise.

It looked like someone ripped out a large part of flesh from her shoulder. Instead of muscle and bone, silver metal shone through. The flow of 'blood' was spewing out of a ruptured hose. Her arm was artificial.

"I was born with only one arm," Red explained, seeing the look on Murphy's face. "So my parents got me this one." She raised her robotic arm higher, the movement causing more red liquid to spew out the open hose. She frowned. Taking a small canister that sat beside her pile of blankets, she sprayed a small amount of white foam onto her shoulder.

The foam quickly dried and set, setting a perfect seal around the open hose.

"Darn," Red cursed, wiping her arm of the blood. "I lost so much fluid. Now it's going to be a bitch to move this arm."

"Your parents," Murphy inquired, hoping to finally get some answers. "Where are they?"

"Dead," Red said flatly, almost without any remorse or sorrow. "At least, I think they are. They were napped by the androids three years ago."

Three years ago! She's been alone this long? The city has been like this for that long?

Longer?

"You don't know if they're dead?" Murphy cried out. "Red…I need to know what is going on. What are androids? Why is this city deserted? Are there other people here? Why is this all happening?"

Red, amazingly, just shrugged. "I don't know. Things been this way since as long as I can remember."

Murphy couldn't believe his ears. It's been this way for more than ten years?

He looked around, staring dubiously at the hundreds and hundreds of books sitting around on the shelves. She was surrounded by fifty thousand pages worth of information and history. How could she not know?

He picked up a book. Flipped through it. The book was a simple study on horses, but the text was written in standard English. He flipped to the front page where he saw the title, author and copyright. Date: 1962.

"You can read?"

Murphy looked at Red, who was staring at him with pure awe and admiration. She stood up, clamoring over her bed and things to get to him. "You can read the things that are written here?"

That answered one question.

Red didn't let him answer her. Instead, she ran over to one of the pictures that were hanging around her bed, grabbed it, and shoved it under his nose.

"What does this say?" Red said excitably, pointing to the text written underneath a picture of a colorful bird. "I've been wondering what this says for the longest time!"

Murphy frowned. The text was written in French. He failed French in high school.

"Red," He began slowly. "What's two plus two?"

Her eyebrows furrowed, going down in concentration. She then lifted up her hands and began counting on her fingers. "One, two, three, four…Four."

After a few more questions, Murphy found out Red can only count up to twenty. Not only could she not read, but she also did not know the names of the animals in her pictures. She didn't know what a dog was.

Murphy gave up on asking for any information. Obviously, everything that happened here, happened a long time ago. If he wanted answers, he needed to ask somebody who was much older than her.

"Is it okay for me to walk around now?" Murphy asked, wanting to go check out the history books and past newspapers.

Red said no. "They'll have patrollers walking the street. If you go anywhere near that staircase, you'll be seen. You'll have to wait till morning. Here," She was gathering a bunch of blankets from a pile and dragging them over to Murphy. "I don't know if cyborgs need to keep warm, but you can make yourself a bed with them."

"I don't need sleep," He told her. Which is true. He needed to rest, but not sleep. "You keep those for yourself."

"Okay then," She said, slightly disappointed. "Good night."

She slandered off to her little corner. There, she took another book, flipped through it and ripped out a page. She had ripped out a picture of a cockroach. She mounted the picture among her others, stared at it for a moment and went to sleep.

It couldn't have been no later than six o' clock. Murphy hadn't gone to bed at six since he was fifteen. But he couldn't do much. He didn't want to move, seeing his giant clongging steps would awake Red.

So there he sat silently in the dark. He kept an open ear out for any possible intruders. Although that may be a welcome sight, to see another human being, it was not wise.

He thought about his last memory before he woke up in that van. Where was he? What was he doing?

Why couldn't he remember?

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A/N: Just for future reference, I never saw Robocop2. Mostly because every time I try to watch it, I turn it off half way through.

Number three made me laugh.

Anyhoo, R/R!