Amy had counted her new friends, twenty-five of them including her. They were told to sleep after being returned. Drifting off to sleep for what seemed to be five minutes, she was shaken awake. The machines had waken them and unchained them, shoving them outside. The stench of dust and decomposing bodies filled her nose. There were about 2 trucks to load the bodies. As the humans stood in awe and horror, a machine took a steel rod and hit them from behind. "Load the bodies into the trucks until sunrise."With that the machine walked to the corner of the camp and observed them making sure they did their job. 4 Terminators in every corner guarding the humans, approx. 50 HKs helping load the bodies. Referring to her training, Amy looked around discreetly trying to figure out their numbers, her numbers and their odds. Amy couldn't help but feel pity and jealousy toward the bodies she was disposing of. The smell of decay made her very dizzy, but sunrise came. Just as the machines herded them inside she lingered watching them, not destroying the bodies but putting them inside the camp.
She hurried inside before she was noticed. Once there, they were taken to 2 rooms and strapped to chairs. A needle was shoved into their arms and they began draining their blood. A cry out was answered with a slap to the face. One bag filled, then another. Once they had given 2 pints they were given little food and water but only if they had completed their portion of body picking. Once they were able to stand they were chained again for 3 more hours of sleep. When they woke they were taken to 2 more rooms and they were interrogated.
A terminator asked them strange questions.
"Your name?"
"Amy Lynn Adams"
"Where are you from"
"L.A."
"What was your job before Judgment day?"
Thinking carefully about what she should answer. "I worked at a gym."
Seemingly it believed her and decided she was not a threat it returned her to the floor.
Back on the floor, Amy silently smiled at her neighbors, they were strangers but still human and they cared.
"My name is Amy, what's yours?" She asked the young girl next to her.
The girl looked through her brown hair and smiled. " I'm Cameron." She stated.
"Well Cameron, any idea what they want or why we are alive?"
"They want to find more humans to terminate or force to work. Once we complete our task they will kill us and have other humans take care of our remains. They cut off the skin and use it to cloth them in so they look like us."
"And the blood, why do they need it?'
"For them, they need human blood for their blood." She replied
To discourage others from talking and forming alliances, Amy was taken to a basement and she was bent over a bucket and the machine dunked her head in water, over and over again. "Talk.!"The machine yelled. "What are you planning?"The metal skeleton held her head under till the bubbles stopped and asked her again. Used to the torture of foreign lands she said nothing.
Unsatisfied, the machine hurled her onto a metal tabled and held her down as she was strapped to it. A needle was put into both arms and a steady wave of electricity went into her. Urging her on the other machine grabbed her left arm and snapped it with a quick punch. After an hour of hell, she didn't speak as the machines unstrapped her and re-chained her to the floor. The sun set and after being courted outside she found it hard to load bodies with one arm. A boy about 20 had a hard time loading them too and the machine dragged him away, he was never seen again. Sunrise came and went, the people were chained once more. The effects of the new lifestyle clicked in and they were too tired to do much during the day. A machine walked in and took out a pen, flipped open a tab and walked to Amy. "You have given me most trouble, your are first."With that it branded a bar-code tattoo on her right forearm and everything went dark.