Crypta was tinkering with one of her latest inventions. It was a robot that reacted to emotions. She set it on the table and watched as it slowly came to life, its mechanical eye blinking at her. She squealed with delight. It was working!
Harper ran through the forest running as fast as he could. He had escaped, but he wasn't out of it yet. He heard the heavy pounding of the men running after him with their odd sort of guns yelling for him to stop. He wouldn't.
Luckily he had always been a fast runner. Harper when he was sure he was out of sight of them, he hid in a hole that was underneath a fallen tree and hidden by some brush. He'd just have to wait until he knew the men were gone.
Harper shuffled back as quickly as possible to the side of the hole. He didn't say anything. It wasn't one of the people who were chasing him, but it was a little too dark to make out features. He wasn't sure if this person was friend or foe.