Poser pulled himself up and over the fence. The barbed wire was no obstacle, as his skin was titanium. There might be people here, people who needed him. He’d been looking for so long and found no one…
The building was still intact, which was a good sign. The doors had electronic locks, which were no trouble.
Inside he found only bones and dust, discarded tools, cans of food open and emptied.There had clearly been humans living here in these rooms, but they had died or moved on long ago.
Poser would recharge for a while, and then keep looking.