Al ran down the hall as fast as he could. He almost tripped on a plastic green head but he recovered quickly and stopped himself from falling. He grabbed his side and groaned. He heard the mechanical stomping getting closer. He didn't bother to turn around. He started to run again. As he ran he darted his eyes along the walls, looking for a weapon to defend himself with. No luck. He turned sharply and darted into a room. He saw a bunch of conveyor belts and robotic parts. He heard a mechanical laugh behind him, followed by more stomping. He had to act quick. Al dove behind a rusted conveyer belt. He stifled a scream with one hand, he used the other hand to cover the wound on his side. Just a few minutes ago the thing almost got him, it missed his stomach and gouged his side with a rusty piece of broken metal. It isn't deep but it is pretty bad, it also hurts like hell but Al wasn't paying attention to the pain he was trying to survive the big molding monster that is chasing him with a piece of metal. He could hear the heavy footsteps of the creature coming towards the conveyer belt, it knew where he is hiding. Al quickly crawled behind another conveyor belt. The creature started hitting the piece of metal onto the conveyer belt Al just came from. The sounds of metal against metal echoing throughout the factory. It stopped for awhile and Al heard the sound of heavy footsteps pick up again. He hid behind the last conveyer belt. His side is throbbing. Al tried not to sob. He heard the monster jump behind the conveyer belt he just escaped finding nothing. Al crawled over and hid under a table. He could see the beast's exposed metal legs now as it walked around. Please don't look under the table Please don't look under the table. He thought When he closed his eyes he could remember the characteristics of the monstrosity, rotting matted fur with it's metal skeleton exposed. It's mouth formed into a yellow toothed grin. It's eyes, black, empty and hollow. All of a sudden the table flipped over and Al looked up to see a big towering shadow standing over him. He stared into it's empty eyes as it raised the metal. About ready to strike. The alarm started blaring. Al groaned and turned the other direction, trying to ignore it. He can't. The alarm clock is too annoying. "SHUT UP! IT'S SUMMER!" Al yelled and threw a pillow at it and cover his head with another. He could still hear the alarm, "Dammit..." He sat up and pressed the snooze button, making it finally stop. He smiled and let his head fall on a pillow. "Alexander! Get the mail please!" His grandma called from downstairs. Al groaned and got up, defeated. Al went into the bathroom and got himself clean. When he finished and got dressed he looked into the mirror to start combing his hair. With a smiled he thought, he Started to look more and more like his father each day. He finished combing his red hair. He went downstairs and stopped at the door to get his shoes. "Hey Alex, did you get the mail yet?" His grandpa came in from around the corner, smiling. "No not yet, grandpa. I was just heading there now." He smiled. He put on his shoes and went out the door. He walked down the driveway to their mailbox. He opened it and took the mail out. He looked around at the neighborhood smiling. Al then retreated to his house. He gave the mail to his grandmother and sat down to eat breakfast. As Al ate he watched his grandmother look through the mail. "Alexander, this is for you.", She gave him a letter. Al looked at it. It was a letter from Mike in Hurricane. His eyes widened in surprise at his old friend's name and he almost jumped out of his chair. Al almost darted to his room but his grandmother stopped him. "Please finish your breakfast first." Without a word he scarfed down the rest of his breakfast and went up to his room, eager to read it.