A Change in Attitude
Clara and the Others had finally received word from the other group. That contact was a severed arm being thrown down and then two bodies. One missing a leg and the other one, with a bite mark. The next day the Teletubbies weren't acting as they usually did. There was less torment in their actions. Less guards too. It was like they were robots and a radio signal was controlling their emotions. That's when Clara remembered when the doctor told her about her new patient. Not that she thought it meant anything. But the doctor had told her that his new patient, James, has brain waves that were off the charts. Maybe this meant something, but right now there were still those creatures out there. Even with the lessened number with patrols because of their new actions. Perhaps they didn't kill on sight? Clara was still haunted by what happened to her on the elevator. This was something that she would never forget. Something that no-one would forget. This was the strangest, and creepiest wars that would ever be fought. The day that the armies converged on the Teletubbie Terrorists and fought their hardest against them. No matter how many of the Teletubbies they killed, they would always regenerate in this barricaded room that was guarded by at least five of the Teletubbies. Clara and the rest of them got to watch the lights and colors shine from that room. So when they all find the right time to sneak around and escape, they would not go anywhere relatively close to that room. Besides, whatever it looks like when a Teletubbie Terrorist regenerates, it's probably not pretty. They all planned out an escape route, and estimated the patrol routes. This was their only known chance to leave with their sanity intact.