The sounds of massacre continue to fill Ernest's ear. He wants to get away from this town, but it's too cold out there. At this point, it seems that the best option he has right now is to hide. He found a destroyed alleyway, yet there's enough room in the destroyed building parts for him to fit through. He thought about hiding there while using the woods as a barricade against the machines and the cold and decides to do it.
Unfortunately, the machines in the area were not done with the destruction. One of them saw the lizard trying to crawl into the alleyway. Before Ernest realized it, something grabbed his tail and started pulling him out of the alleyway. In a panic, he yelled and squirmed, attempting to free himself from the grasp. The hold stayed tight while it continued pulling the lizard. Suddenly, the arm holding the lizard was shot off. Before long, the machine was filled with bullets in all of its vital parts, causing it to malfunction and shut down. Ernest didn't stop to look at what happened. It let go somehow, that's all he cares about. He crawls back inside the alleyway.
Distances away on a hill covered by the dark night, a figure lies down on the ground holding a Hextech Rifle, grinning at what happened. "Six." the voice said, then targets the next machine and begins firing the rifle. Somehow he knows where the vital parts of these machines are, or he wouldn't be aiming for those parts. "Seven, how lucky."