Bishop watched from behind a tree as several old school army trucks rumbled down the path toward New Dawn Sanctuary. He was the one who had found all the parts. He was the one to put the vehicles together, grateful that they didn't have any electrical components.
And now, the Sanctuary was profiting off his hard work.
The past him would have just let it go. He would have considered it beneath him to argue with the humans. After all, they were just doing what was in their nature. In fact, it was almost amusing to watch them scurry around like little ants, trying to get ahead in life.
But now it just managed to piss him off all that much more. They didn't deserve anything of his, and it was about time that he took it all back.
Stepping in front of the convoy, he forced the lead car to stop.
