Breanna’s Nightmare by Cevana Paul
Finally, it was the weekend, the day she looked forward to the most. Around 5 o’clock she got a text from her friend asking if she wanted to head out for dinner later. She agrees and leaves the building a bit earlier than usual. She walks out the door and flips the sign “NOT IN,” heads to the elevator, and pushes the button to head down to the lobby. While walking to her car, she beeps her personal assistant and robot, Maya, to push back her evening meetings to Monday. “We’re going out tonight meet me at the house.” Maya is Breanna’s robot and she’s been connected to her since birth. Bre’s parents planted a Bluetooth chip in her arm while she was a child. The chip is connected to all of her devices. Not everyone in this world has a robot, only the ones who were lucky. She drives home, greets her dog, and hops into the shower. Around 30 minutes later, she’s getting ready to head out of the house until she steps on her dog’s electric collar. It shocks her, and she slips. She lies on the floor. She groans. The pain grew in her head, her eyelids felt heavy, unable to get up. Not so long after, Maya rolls into Breanna’s house to see her laying on the floor. “BRE,” she screams in her voder voice, rolling over to her, zapping her repeatedly. She feels the zaps but Breanna lies on the floor unable to move. As she opens her eyes, she sees a white bright light on her face. She looks around the room to realize she’s strapped to the bed and there’s a tray with needles and knives right by her. She’s screaming for help and no one comes to save her until a nurse runs into the room and hits her in the head with a bigger metal tray. While she’s in her office working at her desk, her window is suddenly covered with darkness and she turns to see what’s going on. She sees an eight-foot creature towering over her building. The ugly creature punctures a hole through her window attempting to grab at her. She dodges the creature’s laser beam eyes and runs out of her office. As she’s running down the hallway, the ugly creature is following her through the windows. She heads to the storage room, throwing anything and everything in the room at the creature: pens, printer paper, boxes of ink, anything she can find. It 41
