The doctor returned from the freezing outside, but nothing seemed to have changed about it.

“Now, please take me to see the live subject,” the doctor urged Nick.

“This way,” walking from side to side with its underpowered motors, Nick led the doctor through the rows of locked chambers. The doctor’s vision stayed firmly in the front, avoiding the hidden secrets in the darkness.

“Reached isolation chamber number H125,” said the android and unlocked the door.

Thump! Thump!

The doctor stepped into the dimly lighted room of the chamber. On the whitewashed bed was a body cuddled up like a snake.

“Are you a resident of Isolation Camp #4510?” the doctor said and moved closer to the creature.

In horror, the creature, or the former human, turned its face towards the doctor. It was a face that seemed more like a fleshless skull which it was no longer possible to tell the creature’s gender, its eyes sunk in deeply into the skull. Yet, to the doctor’s surprise, the body of the creature proved to be extremely filled which looked like an inflated balloon.

“Can you hear me?” the doctor walked closer to the creature, but it rolled off the bed quickly and hid under it, “…Come on…”

After waiting for a long while, like a timid animal, the creature’s head reached out, staring at the doctor nervously with its large round eyes.

FLASH!

The creature let out a high pitched scream and hid into its cover once again. The doctor stood up and looked down pitifully, “are you not sane enough for anything?”

The doctor turned around and walked towards android and said, “What kind of food is needed to this human?”

“Here is the standard menu,” said the android displaying a menu from a digital display board, “the ingredients are freshly made each day.”

The doctor looked at the menu for a long while, “but I do not think that this diet will lead to obesity, but I am sure that human is overweight.”

“Correct,” replied the android, “but the subject had refused to take in any food for days, so we have to use force-feeding methods to ensure his daily consumption of food…”

BAM!

The head of the android shattered to bits, all sorts of oil, grease and wires flew everywhere and its hard metal skull crashed to the ground with a loud bang.

“EMERGENCY! EMERGENCY!” the siren started, “the camp is under attack, all guardians please switch to armoured mode!”

The doctor loaded another syringe, EF round into its revolver, “time to get going.” It returned to the isolation chamber and found the creature shaking under the bed, “I am very sorry to inform you that you are infected with Pt91A virus, but I will let those machines take your life, they had already taken enough. Again I am very sorry.”

Unlike before, the doctor raised its long pistol slowly and aimed at the forehead of the person carefully, “I promise it will be over before I finish my…”

BAM!

“sentence.” The doctor looked at the disproportioned body of the human and covered it with the bedsheet, “Rest well.” The doctor took out an ammo belt hidden around its waist and drew out a large calibre anti-armour bullet, “I shall revenge for you and all members of this isolation camp.”

Outside the half-broken androids have gathered, they were all carrying all sorts of light firearms from submachine guns to assault rifles. They pointed their inferred pointers at the entrance to the isolation chamber, waiting for the doctor to appear.

Klunk!

The chamber door moved out the entire door was removed from its frame. The androids opened fire trying to penetrate the heavy steel door. However, the low calibre bullets bounced off the cold hard steel and the long barrel of the KwK12.5(f) appeared from behind.

“Take these!” the doctor pulled the trigger with its thick fingers. The huge 12.5mm rounds sliced through the dense crowd of androids, ripping the artificial skulls, spines to metal scraps. After the first seven rounds, the doctor hid back behind its shield and reloaded its weapon. Yet, after the next seven shots, the android crowd remained thick.

“Your turn,” the doctor cried from behind cover. A beam of laser shot through the androids, metal them like snowmen. The AFV, on autopilot, appeared from the outside. Its laser switched from high-energy mode to rapid-fire mode, melting the androids one by one.

The doctor threw the heavy metal door at the androids. Like jellies, the androids were crushed under the weight. The doctor retracted aside its empty pistol and grabbed an android by the skull and punched the android’s body, causing the head to be ripped off completely.

Clink! Pshhhhhhh!

A bullet hit the tiny gap between the chest and stomach plate of the doctor which caused a rapid burst of white gas from within the doctor’s body.

“Damn it,” the doctor took out an injector and sprayed the hole with liquid rubber, temporarily sealing it. It looked at the android who fired the shot and threw a wrench which sliced the android’s head in half.

After half an hour, the only two moving objects left were the doctor and the AFV. The doctor looked down at its grease-covered hands, threw off a few wires hanging on its armour and limped back into the AFV. Before leaving the camp, the doctor dropped a timed object into the pile of android bodies.

Report: No survivors found in Camp #4510. Note to other F class doctors: aside from insuring the hygiene conditions in the camps, the mental health condition of individuals should also be assessed. End of report.