POV location: Cypress Haven. Cam_Bot 387.

The battered sky loomed overhead as Hosts fought desperately for their lives. Cam_Bot 387’s lens tilted upward, capturing the chaos — blaster fire streaked across the clouds, smoke swallowing the ruins below.

A Hybrid Destroyer, grinning wickedly, unleashed a barrage of plasma bolts at the retreating Hosts. He turned sharply to his right — and was immediately slammed off his feet by a searing orange energy blast.

Above, a twisted Hybrid mutant swooped down, raining blaster fire upon the remaining Hosts.

Cam_Bot 387 sprinted through the shattered remains of a building, its partner, Cam_Bot 432, close behind. They skidded to a halt as a wounded Host stumbled in front of them, clutching his side.

387 raised his weapon instinctively—

—but before he could pull the trigger, the Host collapsed, dead in an instant.

Standing over the fallen body, a Hybrid Host howled with manic laughter.

Suddenly, a screech of metal — and a vehicle roared through the chaos, crushing the Hybrid under its massive treads.

Behind the wheel, a grizzled Mutant Host snarled, steering the tank forward. Another camera bot climbed atop the armored vehicle, waving frantically.

"Don't attack any Hosts! Get to the evacuation point!" the camera bot barked over the roaring engines as the tank thundered away.

387 turned left — and froze.

The city had become a living nightmare.

Hosts and camera bots fled in every direction, dodging falling debris and enemy fire.

From the shadows of a shattered alleyway, a Hybrid emerged, his blasters sparking to life.

387 didn't hesitate.

He returned fire, his shots punching into the Hybrid's armor. In a desperate rush, he tackled the enemy, knocking him flat. Without thinking, 387 drove a knife into the Hybrid's skull with a brutal shove.Gasping, 387 ripped a blaster from the Hybrid’s lifeless arm — but the creature wasn’t finished.

The Hybrid lurched upright, energy crackling around its form as it charged a deadly shot.

387 barely had time to react. He raised the stolen blaster and fired point-blank — the impact flung him backward onto the cracked pavement.

Pain surged through his systems as he struggled to move.

"Time... to die..." the Hybrid rasped, staggering closer, weapon raised.

But before it could strike, a brilliant blue laser pierced the air.

The Hybrid's eyes widened in shock — and then it collapsed, smoking.

Through the haze, Logan appeared, weapon still smoking, and rushed to 387’s side.

He grabbed the camera bot’s arm and pulled him up.