MIGHTY YEENA

Seemingly open wasteland lay before the derelict factory. The black gushing fumes still rushing up to the heavens and blocking out the sky. Chocking birds and shadowing the barren land.

The rusty iron girders that supported the old factory began to slip into the slime of bog that encircled it.

With the grinding and gnashing of metal the side wall gave way.

After the cloud of immense dust had settled the workers of the factory stumbled forth.

Three feet in height covered in rags from head to foot and wearing thick back goggles they stabled forth smelling the foul air.

Freedom came the cry and hundreds of the mites scrambled from beneath the framework .

The impending rush made the ones at the front stumble and fall , no cry uttered from their mouths , most were crushed to death within seconds .

One however just lay their and shivered in the cold while all around choas ensued with the thudding masking his heartbeat . Minutes became hours, seconds became days and the rush of feet never ceased. Every time the worker rose to his feet he was quickly knocked to the floor again.

An alarm sounded deep withen the factory and then the security robots came from the bowls and advanced toward the fleet of running workers.

The robots stood seven feet tall with a dome shaped head and a huminoid body .

The only exeption was thiere arms which resembled cannons.

The worked tried to rush back inside but the waves continued. Finally turing his head to see a boot stream towards his face . His final images were of the robots fireing nets into the stragglers and dragging them back into the prison from wence they came.