The beeping hadn’t stoped for years.

I ran into the building. My feet carrying me. Then, when a robot appeared in front of me I stumbled right. That lead me up to Ann old drink case.

Inside were perfectl strawberries. I knew not to eat them. I was starving. Absolutely famished. But the strawberries wereem what turned you into a robot.

I looked to my left and snatched an old walking stick. I grabbed it and slid it through my fingers. Poking right into the side of the machine behind me.

A scream meant to haunt your nightmares surged through the old gasstation. I strategically swung my legs over the robot, landing to the right of the strawberries in the cold case.

I felt a sharp blade slice my shoulder. I roled on the ground right up to the door. My head went right through a gap in the glass and I felt sharp shards pierce the thin skin around my skull.

I knew not to scream. I knew not to do anything. I knew to let my weakness take over. I did. Slowly I gave up running. I was tired. I needed to stop. I did. I quit running.