Miss Lindsay was the newest resident of Sunnybump Nursing Home. She was also its’ oldest, having lived alone in her own home for the last forty-six of her ninety-seven years and would be living there still had it not been for some nosey busybody from the state with nothing better to do but take old people out their own homes and put them in nursing homes like this one where they could just rot and die.
“But Miss Lindsay,” she had told her. “You have fallen twice and not been able to get up. You forgot about your supper cooking and started that little fire. And this old house – you know as well as I – better – that it just aint safe for someone your age.”
That was all true but it didn’t give her the right to move an old lady out of her own home. What Miss Lindsay was unaware of was a grandson, who she had met only once or twice, who had plans that did not include an old grandmother but did include inheriting a nice size estate and all that went with it, once he signed some papers.
Sunnybump Nursing Home sat near the edge of town on a rise that afforded a good view of the town on one side and a pleasant view of the river on the other. Miss Lindsay was in the ‘Sun Room’, a common area where the residents could gather and engage. There was TV, a pool table, several decks of cards, tables and chairs. There were six others in the room at the time. Miss Lindsay sat near window looking out toward the town, toward her home which she could have seen had it not been for the trees. Someone had asked her her name. She looked up and that was when the cyborg came in and killed them all.
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