We lay there, dead still, holding our breath, waiting for the moment to pass. My mother had her hand over my little brother's mouth. We could sense their presence above the floorboards, scouring the kitchen, scouring the area of all movement, all sound, all smell.
Suddenly, we heard their clunking feet march out of the room. My father let out a sigh of relief. "That too close." he said. "All they had to do lift a floorboard and we would done for". I lay my head on my dusty pillow.
All night the image of two animatronic eyes piercing through the floorboards pasted on my mind.
Next morning I woke up to a drip of water landing on my face. I strained my eyes but could see nothing; only the floorboards above me. Later on that day we shared a loaf of bread and some butter. It the first real food I had in days so I savoured it. It felt likeyears since I outside. I longed for the feel of crisp air caressing my face, and the smell of fresh towels dancing in the breeze.
The next day, I woke up to hear clunking feet. Instantly, I froze. This the closest they ever come before as they checked the storage unit. The second Sweep in two days which meant they on high alert (в полной боевой готовности).
Again, I felt that drip the next day. It starting to bug me, so I moved my pillow to a new location.
With urgency, my father woke me up. He pressed his finger against his lips and nodded his head in the direction of the ceiling. There more this time, a dozen or so. This the largest one yet. Suddenly we heard a booming voice from upstairs.
"63% of the human population remaining".
My mother lowered her eyes to the dirty floor in despair. More than half of the earth wiped out by those stupid robots. If I could jumped out and shot them, I would . But what use a gun against impenetrable, fleshless, titanium? We no longer know our rivals. They lack empathy, which means FIGHTING futile. Simultaneously, I saw two robotic eyes light the corner of our room. This it; I blown our cover.
I backed away, edging towards my mother and father who knotted in a desperate embrace. My heart about to jump out of my chest and beads of sweat formed on my forehead. My brother squealed before father could muffle the sound of his voice.
"What that?" yelled a heartless voice from above the floorboards.
"Just rats" said 2629 as a cold tear landed on a empty pillow.