Pain, the one thing I knew all too well. 'I. AM. NOT... YOUR FRIEND.!' I felt something crushing me when I soon awake, opening an eye as I push a piece of red metal off of myself. Slicing pain coursed all throughout my right side from head to waist as I decided to sit up. I was laying in a patch of grass soaked in a red substance that could only be my own blood. I huff as I stood up, soon gripping my mangled arm.

The arm itself was in no condition to heal, it was covered in deep gashes that go past tissue and even muscles. Bloodied and burnt as they tore from the inside out, not exactly a pleasureful feeling either as it hurt to even turn the arm as I couldn't even lift it up anyway. Basically limp.

Letting out a sigh I glance over to the road that was behind me, no one. Sadly my only friends or 'friends' were the three I just betrayed, blood dripped as I walked over to the mangled remains of the giant robots cockpit, my goal was to find something inside of use that could at least calm the constant blood pouring from my gaping wounds.