It doesn't seem odd to Tatiana that she's in costume, or that her mask is missing. Even the devastation of New York - of her home, once upon a time - doesn't daze her.
No. She's merely sad as she walks the barren streets, examining the decaying shells of the city's structure. She can almost taste the fear and despair with the ash in her mouth.
It all feels so inevitable, somehow. She almost expects -
"MUTANT TARGET IDENTIFIED."
Well, fuck.
She turns just in time to see the giant robot lumbering toward her. She can smell the blood on it from here.
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No. She's merely sad as she walks the barren streets, examining the decaying shells of the city's structure. She can almost taste the fear and despair with the ash in her mouth.
It all feels so inevitable, somehow. She almost expects -
"MUTANT TARGET IDENTIFIED."
Well, fuck.
She turns just in time to see the giant robot lumbering toward her. She can smell the blood on it from here.