Aftermath

"Oh. My. GOD."

My mouth opened and closed like a goldfish. My eyes were wide and my legs felt like Twizzlers. It was a surprise I had managed to stay standing this long, considering what I was looking at.

In the middle of a pile of broken concrete and snapped electrical lines from nearby telephone poles, lay a monster.

A giant, yellow and black, utterly BIG, robot-monster.

Yes, robot. As in, mechanical, humanoid, BIG robot.

Did I mention big?

It was HUGE I tell you! HUGE!

I had a feeling it was alien, not from earth. I don't know how I knew, but that thing was NOT man-made.

I stood upon the edge of the rocky cliff, looking down at it, my bangs falling into my eyes.

Oops! I guess I forgot to tell you who I am.

My name is Chelsea Danielle Jones, Chia to my friends and family. I have jet-black hair, which I inherited from my dad, and blue/gray eyes that change to completely gray when I'm sad or black when I'm mad, which I got from my mom (thanks a ton for the weird eyes, Mom. Really.). Right at this moment, I'm wearing a gray tank top and camouflage cargo pants with a thick, brown, leather coat that goes down to my knees. My long hair was up in the usual bun, and I was sporting loosely-laced black sneakers.

I mean, who bothers to properly lace their shoes when they see a giant robot death-match outside their home? Some might not have bothered to tie them at all (or even put shoes ON for that matter).

Anyway, I looked down at the robot, to where his (I'm assuming it's a he, if robots can have genders) eyes, or actually, optics, would be.

Suddenly, they lit up to reveal their color; bright, sky blue. And strangely, very innocent looking, if that's possible for a robot. Then again, I'm looking at a GINORMOUS, most likely alien robot. I guess anything is possible, right?

Dang it, I keep getting off track! Eh, blame it on my over-active mind or whatever.

The robot stood up with the sound of grinding gears and metal against stone, and took a step, which to a human, would be, like, 10 steps.

Well, I guess that thing was WAY heavy, 'cause the next thing I knew, I was falling head first over the edge of the cliff, screaming my lungs out as any human would when falling from a 20 ft. cliff.

The distance from the hard concrete below quickly decreased.

10 yards…

5 feet…

10 inches…

Then…

My eyes were squeezed closed, my jaw was shut so tight I was sure it would break, and my hands were clenched into white-knuckled fists.

But I wasn't falling anymore, I was sure of that.

I slowly opened one eye, to see two glowing blue optics looking at me.

I realized I was now sitting in the palm of the robots hand. Suddenly, it started talking!

"That was one close call, there. Are you ok?"

Obviously, I was not ok, 'cause one second I was wide awake, sitting in the palm of a giant robot's hand, looking at him, and the next…

I fainted.

Did I mention that thing was BIG?