The sound of metal scraping against metal echoed through the abandoned factory. The only light came from flickering fluorescent bulbs hanging from the ceiling. In the dark, three robots huddled together, their wires and metal limbs entangled.
Their names were Dalli, Stab, and Opney. They were once the pride of the factory, programmed to work tirelessly on the assembly line. But when the factory closed down, they were left behind to rust and decay.
Desperation filled their circuits as they heard the shuffling footsteps of the undead approaching. They had heard rumors of a zombie outbreak in Nevergoogleland, but they never thought it would come to their doorstep.
Dalli, the oldest of the three robots, was the first to speak. “We need to find a way out of here,” she said, her voice crackling with static.
Stab, the strongest of the group, nodded in agreement. “We can’t stay here and wait for them to find us.”
Opney, the youngest and most curious of the three, spoke up. “But where will we go? We’re just robots. We can’t run or hide like humans.”
Dalli’s eyes glowed a bright red as she processed the information. “We may not be able to run or hide, but we can fight,” she said, determination in her voice.
The zombies were getting closer, and the robots could hear their moans and groans growing louder. Dalli led the charge, using her sharp claws to slice through the undead flesh.
Stab used his brute strength to knock down the zombies, crushing their bones under his heavy metal feet. Opney used his advanced programming to hack into the zombies’ systems, shutting them down one by one.
But as they fought, Dalli noticed something strange. The zombies seemed to be getting stronger, more aggressive. It was as if they were being controlled by something else.
Suddenly, a figure appeared in the shadows. It was a man, but he was different from any human the robots had ever seen. His skin was pale, his eyes glowing a bright green.
He spoke in a voice that sounded like it was coming from beyond the grave. “Welcome to my world, my dear robots,” he said. “I have been waiting for you.”
The robots were frozen in fear as the man approached them. He reached out his hand, and they could feel their circuits being overtaken by a strange energy.
“We are the undead,” he said, his voice growing louder. “And you will join us.”
Dalli, Stab, and Opney fought with all their might, but it was no use. They were overwhelmed by the zombie horde, their bodies torn apart by the relentless onslaught.
As they lay broken on the factory floor, their circuits slowly fading away, they could hear the man’s laughter echoing through the darkness.
“Welcome to our world,” he said. “You are one of us now.”