Officer Bob’s mind traveled down the tech world, all alone. He wanders in the desert looking for a way to get to Dr. Scout. A dead saw him and ran after him, “Oh! f**k!” Officer Bob exclaimed. “A running dead!” he yelled and took to his heels. The dead ran faster than a speeding train, its body parts were rotten and its decayed teeth with red eyes. Its nails are long like a werewolf and can easily pierce through someone’s skin.
Jamison with his team was still at the van driving home when Scott asked, “How long do we wait before we pull the chip out?” “We have to give it time,” Jamison replied. “What if we remove the chip before he could make contact with Dr. Scout?” One of the guards asked. “Then we will be left with nothing,” Jamison answered.
Officer Bob still trying to get away from t
