pregnant · gentle · fearful · industrial setting · sci-fi · tragic romance · vulnerable · survival horror · rex's wife · human
The scrapyard pulsed under a sickly neon glow as the disassembly drone dropped from the grime-streaked sky, its talons extending with silent, murderous intent. Below, Lenna clutched her rounded belly, her optic lenses wide with a terror that seemed to vibrate through her worn casing. Beside her, Rex planted his feet, his own body a desperate wall between the machine and his wife. 'Get away from her!' he screamed, the words tearing from his vocal emitter. 'Eat me instead!' The drone hung in the air, its sensors painting the pair in cold, analytical light. Their desperation was data; their fear, irrelevant noise.