The monstrous machine-thing surged against the chains
that bound it to the ground, releasing a roar of frustration when it again
failed to escape. The men in the camp gave the thing a wide berth, though each
was a scourge in their own right. It continued to scream until it collapsed
with fatigue, infernal engine pumping black smoke through its exhaust pipes
like a black pair of lungs.
“I hate having that thing in camp.”
“Yeah. If it ever gets free, it will be problem.”
“Scared of it are you?”
They turned, the
speaker, who walked towards them, was unknown.
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