Robot Apocalypse

1 day ago Cameron's POV

I had to be kidding. She hated me. She didn't want me near her. She dismissed me from her house. If she could do that, she could just as easily dismiss me from her life.

Yet, if I knew that, why was I standing in front of my trapdoor, staring at it like an idiot? I didn't know the answer to that question. Time passes, I don't know how long. I just keep staring, and listening keenly, hoping to hear some sign that she's ok. There doesn't seem to be anything, until,

THUD. I hear the crash before I can comprehend what it means.
"SHOOT!" I yell, grabbing my backpack by my bed. "SHOOT." Without even thinking straight, I attempt to shove open the trapdoor.
"Riley is hurt. Riley might be dead. Must get to Riley. Must get to Riley." I realize the door doesn't push open. How stupid could I get? With animalistic instincts, I yell primitively and grunt open the door.

"Quickly... Riley is hurt... Quickly..." I crawl through the dusty vent, not daring to sneeze, for it would attract the enemy. The electronics. I crawl through many cobwebs before I reach the other door, so many that I could pass as a mummy at the school Halloween carnival. How far ago was that? A year? 2 years? It feels like a distant memory. Forcefully, I yank open the trapdoor at Riley's end, and rush through without even thinking. I glance around, and I see Riley on the floor. Still, silent, her eyes closed, and unmoving.

I can't breathe. My chest is tight, so tight it feels like it's trying to choke me. My head whirls, and before I can think, I run over, pick her up, and lay her on a couch.

"Quick... Cameron, do something... What would she do..." I run into the kitchen, grab a paper and a pen, and jot down a letter to the hospital. I grimace, remembering how easy it would be to grab a phone and make a call. But no, it's too easy to intercept. Too easy to hack. To easy to sabotage.

Running into the room where Riley's family keeps the birds, I grab a small white one. Hurriedly, I tie the letter onto it.

"Nearest hospital. Go as f-fast as you can." My voice cracks in the middle of my sentence. I can't. I have to stay strong. I can't cry. I can't cry. I can't cry.