I have two knives. I will let Charlie and the others use the guns. Besides, I am the only one who can efficiently use these knives as weapons.
I take a deep breath and calm myself. I close my eyes, sensing everything around me—the stomps on the ground, the whimpers behind me, the heat of the made-up early morning sun, and then the explosion. I open my eyes, just in time before a tentacle comes towards me. I duck and go to the robot, who even tried to whip me with its tentacle. With a back-handed hold on my knife, I relish the sound of wires getting caught up in it, but getting cut up in the end. The wires whip around me, but I evade them.
Still trying to cut up the last circuit, I feel another tentacle enclose around my ankle. I feel its tug. But before another robot pulls me from under
