Amy woke up screeching and was abrubtly cut off by a blow to the head. Amy turned around to see Sarah standing over her. "shut up will you?" "You'll alert them." Sarah walked away back to her pile of guns and ammo muttering. "I'm sorry." Amy whispered. "Yeah, You're sorry alright." Sarah snorted at her. Amy pulled herself up and took another glance around the room before she started helping Sarah clean and stockpile the weapon's cache. "So,... we"re we headed?" Sarah stopped and looked up at her " back into the fight." She answered. Amy nodded, grabbed a few weapons and went back into the open air, following Sarah.
They went out to the open and dashed across the battlefield, guns blazing down any metal they could find. They spent the early morning hours knocking over cans and shooting HKs out of the night sky. Amy began mumbling some numbers after each shot. "What are you doing?" Sarah asked her.
"Counting how many shots it takes to kill each of them. So far it takes one to take down an arieal HK, two for a ground assult, three for a triple 8 and too many for a T1000." Sarah smirked. "Well if you'd hit them in the right place it would only take one shot per machine, you're just wasting ammo."
"Well okay, Grandma. I'd like to see you do it." Amy sneered. "Fine and dont call me grandma." Sarah agreed and took her plasma rifle and fired at the machines around them. With three shots, she eliminated three triple 8s, one for each shot. Amy grinned and Sarah caught her look. "Don't get cocky. We may be winning the war but it is not over yet." "Yes, Ma'am." Amy muttered.
Sarah rolled her eyes and trudged forward . "Come on." Amy ducked as a HK flew over her head and took aim. 1… 2… 3…. And she pulled the trigger hitting the wing, creating an explosion as it fell to the ground. Amy grinned as Sarah took off forward to scout out the remains. A shove from behind knocked Amy to the ground. She was rolled over to her back as a hand grabbed her throat and pulled her up by it. Amy stared at the grim skeletal smile of the terminator. Slowly, her eyes began to roll to the back of her head as everything fades to darkness.
Amy woke to a dimly light room, handcuffed to a floor. She pounded her left hand on the floor till it bled and she let out a horrific scream.
Several hours later she awoke to another poorly light room, tied to a chair. A dark figure emerged from the dark. The sound of metal scraping on concrete sent shivers down her spine. A smiling skeleton approached her and waved a black lighted rod over her tattoo. The terminator looked from the rod to Amy's face. She smirked as it wrapped its hand around her throat. "Recognize me now huh? She sneered. "Where is the base?" It asked. "Fúck you!" She yelled. "Your cause is lost. Skynet will win this war."
Amy held her head high and met it's eye level. "No cause is lost if there is but one fool left to fight for it."