Chapter Three:
Jallison Breaking Up
"Hey, look, I see something." Allison whispered, while John was dragging his legs up the hill. He was drenched with sweat, covered in dirt head to toe. He couldn't wait to get a bath.
"Finally." he muttered "Its almost dawn. We better get back to the Depot soon."
"Don't be so slothful, now get up General Connor." It was never hard for Allison to make people do what she wanted. But John was different. It was like Allison had to be obeyed. He missed Cameron whenever Allison spoke in that soft, kind voice. He couldn't hold in the secret. He had to tell Allison that she would him. Like everyone else. The only thing that stopped him from saying was Cameron. He had treated her like she was nothing when Riley was around him. He was cold. His top priority was to find Cameron. That was before anyway. Now it was to keep Allison alive, only to have her die when the time came. He couldn't believe what he was doing.
"Hey, you in there Connor?"she asked.
"Yeah, I was just thinking about her again." he reassured
"Oh..." she said, in a hushed tone which he could barely hear, though it was clear she was jealous.
"I'm sorry... I sorta saw her..." he said. trying to console her
"Lets go." she replied, with a stern face, collided with anger
"She likes you. You can give her your heart till I come."
"Cameron!" he screamed.
"What are you doing!" she chided "You might have alerted a Trip 8! Are you out of your mind?!"
"I'm sorry..."
"SORRY DOESN'T COVER FOR IT!" she yelled, tears gushing through her eyes.
"Allison..."
"I..."
"Its alright, it wasn't you fault."
"I can't believe..."
"Lets forget the sweep out and get back to Depot II. We got to pick up our leftover stuff anyway." suggested John.
"Its for the best, we'll come back here later. Right?"
"Yup." He wasn't so sure about it, but he agreed anyway.
The conversation was not the ones they usually had. They were longer and much better. But lately, the more John mentioned about Cameron, they angrier Allison was getting. Their relationship is not going they way they hoped.
DEPOT II: JOHN CONNORS'S ROOM
"Thats all of it." declared John. He and Allison had a silent walk back to the camp. He thought it was best for her to be left alone for sometime.
*Plasma firing*
"Connor! We need backup! We got three Trip 8s inside! Come on!" begged a soldier outside his door.
"Hold your self together for a sec! I need to charge my rifle!
"I don't..."
*Strangling*
"Oh crap." He was sweating again. Was it just him or was it getting harder to breath?
"Come out peacefully, and your death will be quick."
"Screw you!" shouted someone from outside John's door
"Stand down!" ordered the Terminator
*Plasma Firing*
"You have less than twenty seconds to surrender." offered the Terminator
"Fifteen..."
"Ten..."
"Five..."
"Three...Two...One..."
"Say hello to my very happy friend. His name is C4 and his life goal is to blow stuff up. And your the winner to be the sacrifice. Congrats!"
*Explosion*
"Come out Connor, Mister Tin Can is sold out."
"You Carmen, are one hell of a maniac."
"Thats me."
"What about the other two Trip 8s?"
"Oh you mean the other melted gray cheesize? Yeah they are splattered all over your door."
"Funny."
"It is."
"What happened to your voice?"
"I found some sweet looking machine, strapped it to my mouth and it makes me sound like you. I'm guessing you guys have trouble understanding my accent."
John wasn't sure if he should either open the door or go through the safety tunnel. Then he remember about Allison. Without hesitation, he rammed the door, and went into her room. She... wasn't there. His last thought before blasting a hole through the vent trapdoor was "Not so soon!"
Next Chapter: John luckily finds Allison. But with an unexpected friend.
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