Chapter 25
You see a soldier passing by on the street and run over to him.
"Please help me!"
He blanches at the sight of your pursuer. "EEK!!! It's that guy! RUN!!!"
So much for the great military.
He does, however, at least have the decency to toss you his machete before fleeing for his life, waving his arms as he vanishes into the sunset.
Jerk.
You spin around to face your opponent, but he already has hold of your hair and…
And uh…
Yeah.
…
Well…on a brighter note…the robot didn't catch you.
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