I bent down until the cold marsh water soaked the front
of my shirt. The reeds blew in the soft wind and the beeping drew nearer. This
is the closest the robots had come to catching me since they started chasing me
several days ago. They weren’t as slowed by the swamp as I had expected, and
had actually made up a lot of ground on me since I entered the fetid place.
The beeping kept coming closer. I was sure they had
discovered my hiding place. I slowly slid my knife from my belt. Then the
beeping went silent.
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