Barry angled the mirror around. Satisfied no-one lurked near the door, he slipped into the supermarket.
His gut roiled at the stench. They always said, don’t go shopping on an empty stomach; who knew piles of corpses would be even more effective. Mirror preceding him, he crept toward the tinned aisle.
A woman in a bloodstained lab-coat staggered into view. “Hello? Are you… human?”
He lowered his weapon. “You worked at Gunderson Labs? Do you know what those things are?”
“Military robots. Designed to infiltrate. Programmed to protect the country, but we didn’t realise… overpopulation was such a threat.”