...July 18th, 1995...

...7:48 AM...

We all take chances. Especially when it comes to fleeing a T-1000. Our scene begins in a small town call Arksonvill in California in a tall hotel with brass bars aligned to the walls and checkered rugs on the floor where on the walls are portraits of various non-important people that may be important to the owners of the hotel. Our perspective transfers to a brown wooden door left ajar with a dangling '114' sign barely hanging on.

We go through into the door  to see a bed, a table with two chairs, a window, two cabinets beside the bed, and a blank grayish wall space across from the bed. In the second chair positioned beside the table sat Knight taking a sip from warm chocolate milk.  Knight puts down the drink on the table then combs through her wet hair using a red hair brush straightening her hair out.

Thump-thump went bootsteps.

Knight drops the hair brush looking towards the left in fear.

There stood at the doorway T-1000.

"Knight Cartel?" T-1000 said.

Fear overtook Knight.

So Knight did the most logical solution at the time; defend herself.

Knight sends out a fleet of thorns in T-1000's way. Knight leaps out the window breaking glass in the way. She safely lands on her feet then looks over her shoulder up towards the window where T-1000 frowns apparently not happy at the escape. Knight's entire body is shortly there after covered in gray spikes. She ran across the street making cars stop while honking in their route. Knight's heart pounds as sweat slides down her skin going down different paths because of the little hair follicles.

Don't look back!, Knight thought speeding towards gas station.

Knight nearly slips on the wet pavement but she gets back on her balance.

Knight's body weight and rate of speed breaks down the door to the gas station.