The old alarm clock that sat next to Alfred's bed beeped repeatedly, he groaned and moved an arm to turn it off. Missing numerous times, he sat up and rubbed his eyes and then looked around the dark room. He threw the covers back and fell out of bed, moaning, he staggered up and patted around for his glasses on the spinning shelves.

Once he found them, he turned the annoying alarm off. Pulling his shoes on, he opened the door and walked out into the morning air. Bumbling around and up the slope that led to the top of the truck, he sat down and lay back, soaking up the sunlight. As time progressed, Alfred steadily woke up, as the sun got higher in the sky. Tony scuttled up to meet him, and Alfred smiled at the little cockroach.

"Gotta' live in rooms full of light, Tony!" Alfred proclaimed as he jumped up. Now fully energised, he ran down and back into the truck, collecting his work tools for the day. Grabbing the compactor, a shovel, and the box bag he had left on the floor after looking at his finds, he turned around and looked out into the city. With the small compactor on his back, and the box bag on his hip, he stepped forward.

Cr-unch

He looked down and yelped, as he realised he had trodden on Tony. He jumped back and quickly got down and peered in at his friend.

"Buddy?" He asked quietly, hopefully. After a few long seconds, Tony sprang up from the floor with an angry sounding squeak. Alfred let out a long breath and smiled, sitting up he pointed back into the truck.

"Stay here, Ok?" He told Tony, he stood up and then walked out of the truck. Tony contemplated staying, before briskly running after Alfred down the dusty road.

Alfred shoveled rubbish into the compactor, and then kicked the start button on the bottom of the small rusted crate. Wiping at his brow, he placed the shovel on his shoulder and turned on his heel to face the rubbish behind him. As he approached the mountain, he stuck the shovel in the ground a few metres away from the edge.

Sitting down, he started to rummage through the garbage. Pulling out numerous pieces of junk, he examined a few pieces out of curiosity (: A small nodding dog, a green furry ball, a plastic yellow squeak toy.) He threw them all into his box bag for safe keeping, jumping up he ran up the rubbish mountain, and after slipping a few times, his attention was brought to a small shining key.

Picking it up he studied it; he brushed his fingers over the black top and the button. He pressed the button, and an echoing 'click click' was heard from a distance away, Alfred looked around in confusion and alarm, and then shrugged it off.

Sliding down the mountain, he ran over to the shovel, grabbed more rubbish for the compactor, stuffed it in, and then collected the cube afterwards. Placing it on the steadily growing pile, he then turned and started the process again.

After a few incidents, (An evil red ball on a string hitting him repeatedly, a 'fire extinguisher' pushing him around – he was just curious! There was no need to fight the hero! Unless you were a villain, naturally.) Alfred stumbled upon a metal box. He knocked on it, and it thudded as he did so. His hand found the handle, and he pulled with all his might.

"Come…. On!" He ground out; no rusted door was going to stop Alfred F. Jones!

But, with an almighty heave, the door fell away from its hinges and with a cough from the stale air and dust; Alfred dropped the door beside him. He looked inside the container, and his eyes widened. Crouching down, he out stretched his hand to the small green shrub. As his fingers brushed over one leaf, he smiled in astonishment.

"Wow…" Alfred whispered, and then quickly grabbed the shovel from a small distance away. Smoothly digging the shovel into the ground, he pushed it down and pulled the plant out of the ground. He pulled an old boot out of his box bag, and gently poured the soil and plant into it. Tenderly petting the plant again, he closed the box bag and then considered that the day's work was over.

Alfred approached the embedded truck while whistling, Tony squeaked and ran ahead into the vehicle and Alfred was not far behind. He placed the compactor down by the door, and then a flash of red caught his attention. Turning his head and looking down onto the walkway, he saw a small red dot.

"What the-" Alfred started, but the red light quickly flickered away and then stopped a few metres away. Alfred stared at it, before hastily following it. As he got closer, it flickered a little more.

He reached out to it, and then it jumped away from him, a few inches at the most. He then watched it run a circle around him, before he moved towards it again, but it bolted off and away down the crumbled road that led to outside the city.

"Hey!" Alfred called in slight annoyance, before taking off after the little red dot. Leaping over gaps and rubble, he chased the red speck across the barren wasteland. (Little did he know that a sea of red dots were closing in around him).

The one spot jerked from place to place, until it finally stopped suddenly. Alfred skidded to a halt and crouched down by the spot, and then hastily made to grab it. Once he found that the dot could not be touched nor caught, he groaned.

That's when he heard a growing sound of roaring.

Tensing up, he turned his head and looked up, only to see three large jets of fire and a hulking shape approaching him a little to quick than he'd like. (To be honest, he didn't want it at all!)

"Oh, Crud" Alfred remarked in horror, as the invader got closer and closer to the ground and him.

A/N Huzzah! Another chapter! A little late I admit, but I've been distracted a lot. (I get distracted so easily its unbelievable) Anyway, I think I know who should be who in future chapters... and the next chapter we get to see our EVE. I don't think he'll be that happy, do you? x] Reviews are welcome.

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