"I'm not prey," he mutters, hiding behind the large overspilling garbage bin. It stinks of rotting meat, vegetables, and shit.
Even the rats are looking at it suspiciously.
He hears a Sentinel approach. It has a metallic sound as its large boots hit the ground. He holds his breath, although he knows the thing doesn't have ears to hear him breathing.
It uses heat sensors.
Which is why he is hiding behind this disgusting rotting bin, hoping the heat generated by the garbage will disguise his own heat pattern.
The Sentinel pauses, and he doesn't have to look to know it is sweeping the area. Then he hears it shuffle off.
"I'm not prey," he mutters to himself, again.
But he knows he is.
It is only a matter of time until he is found, captured and killed.
But he wants to make sure it is not today.
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