Amy drifted off to sleep. She must have been in a deep sleep for hours. When she woke , she was sure the sun was up, though it was still dark. Since Judgement Day, the sun never fully rose and gleamed red. It never gave much light anymore . She sat up and observed her surroundings, the beach where she fell asleep was no longer there. She wasn't outside or even above ground . "Where am I?" She thought to herself.
She was sitting on a bed, in a small room. She heard a noise coming from the corner of the room. The room shifted, spiraling until it became familiar . A woman in her 40's with graying brunette hair and grey eyes appeared from the corner. She looked familiar.
"Mom?"
Her mother drew near as her surroundings became was back in her old bedroom with with pink and white walls, floor and furniture. It was filled with ballerinas and Barbie dolls. Sitting on her bed, her mother tucked Amy's hair behind her ear and embraced her tightly, whispering in her ear.
"This was never the plan I had for you. I wanted you to be a poised young lady, a ballerina, a dancer. You wanted to fight for your country after 9/11 and become a soldier. You wanted be a great fighter, A Marine. You have a gift, Amy. Those gymnastics, dance lessons that I made you take, being a cheerleader. They helped you survive in Iraq. I couldn't stop you from being you and neither will anyone else. No one should ever hold you back. You did the right thing, you fought for those who could not fight for themselves. You just have to do it again. You can do it again, you're strong. You don't even know how strong. I am proud of you, Amy. " Amy hung her head in shame. "I am sorry for what I said to you, it was my fault."
"No, you didn't mean it, you were young. Things happen, Amy. None of it was your fault, do you understand?
"Yes."
"Good."
Amy watched her mother close her eyes for a long time, when she reopened them, they were red. Shocked, Amy gasped as a gun was pointed at her head. In a split second, it went off.
She woke up, coughing up blood. She had been struck on the left side of her head. She looked up to a metal skull and gazed into its red eyes. A small skeleton, less than her height, had seized her by the neck, and dragged her away from the beach . Her legs kicked wildly, trying to grip the ground and free herself. Suddenly the machine dropped and punched her in the face, knocking her out.
When she woke, she was in a small room, chained to the floor. There were people near her, some dead, some near death and all were chained to the floor like dogs. Every soul was scared, shaking and covered in their own blood. Too confused to understand their purpose. They all wondered why Skynet allowed them to live, why did it bring them here? Where was here? They all stared at the ground to avoid looking into the gaze of the machines. A cry rang out from under the floor. It was soon joined by a scream in the next room. Though she was tired, Amy kept herself from sleeping. Her instincts told her to stay awake, if not then she would face more horrible dreams and may never wake up from them.
The machine had left them to go through a door on the side. The humans heard talking but not the words. They paid dearly for the spying. The second machine in the room beat each of them against the wall. One of the men next to Amy, had broken free of his chains and made a run for it while the machine was still beating the people. Less than 3 minutes later, he was caught and brought back inside. Instead of being executed, he was chained to a wall and left to starve as an example to the others.