Tuesday, November 20, 2012

100 Words a Day 105

He lay completely still under the bush. Around him he could hear the strange, metallic communication of the robots hunting him. They reminded him of that droid that talked to C3PO right before he got shot in Empire.

That was a strange thought to have in a situation where he could easily be killed.

The robots continued to searching, metal feet creaking through the underbrush. He saw the feet of one of the constructs walking towards his bush; it had a single, wicked point at the end of its foot instead of toes. He tried backing further into the bush.

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