Between Walls of Steel

[Marcus Wright]

Marcus felt a black spiral into events all flowing into one area. It seemed like the lights were off and there was one awkward spotlight pointed on the Terminator.

First there were the PTSD symptoms, could terminators even get them to say the least?

It was a warzone.

Set in Judgement Day back home.

Instead of John Connor and his men and woman fighting terminators, it was survival of the fittest.

Man against Man, Teammate against Teammate

A alternative world, his world. Human vs Human ripping each other apart for entertainment since there were no more enemies.
A storm was raging, he watched himself in strides, his eyes red watching human after human rip each other to shreds, The Resistance was no more.
The prison cell was in theory holding him back from what he could be.

He decided to push his way through this mess, and pull Blair from what seemed like a jumbled mess of nightmare and dream a terminator could have. In the background, you can see terminators with devil horns hung like rag dolls on crosses, while humans stood over each other in the year 2047 aiming a gun at each other's head.
Pulling Blair from the edge of another's gun was ... almost hard.

Why did the machines wish to kill humans? Was it because they loved to kill themselves and all of their crimes?
Blair turned to Marcus and frowned "The Resistance is killing each other." "STOP THEM."
A shaking moment and the voice came at the same time.

"Marcus.. MARCUS!

Wake the fuck up."

Marcus's eyes snapped open and sighed "Blair?!"