Doomevil
Keep Moving Forward
Morgan shrugged and simply followed these people. He didn't have time to process one of their saviors being an autonomous robot. But it looks like the party wasn't over because a guy named Irons told them reinforcements were coming in hot. Well shit, Morgan thought. He sprinted towards the back of the patrol car, lifting it off to reveal various ammo boxes laying about. Morgan could only smirk, taking ammo in the 5.56 caliber to load up his M16. He patted the magazine, sliding the charging handle ready to go.