Terrorland by Jacob
As Walt Disney neared the end of his life he knew his final wish was to rule over all mankind with the power of his animatronics. Walt quickly manufactured a secret army of animatronics Pirates and Storybook characters with the help of his most trusted engineers. The army was once forgotten, but now has been rediscovered and commanded by a new leader, robotic Abraham Lincoln.
Spike walked slowly through the ruins picking up on everything he saw: the rats running into the sewage pipes, small packs of humans huddled around a small fire, and the myriad amount of dead bodies littering around the street. He felt the chilling wind brush past his long black overcoat that he used to conceal the piece of himself that he had always hated: his robotic arms and legs.
He could hear something coming from one of the filthy alleyways. Spike had become familiar to this sound, so used to in fact that he was numb to the terrifying, unnerving sounds of a once human full of life. Spike normally ignored these calls, but his conscience called out to him too loudly to go over and help this person.
He hurriedly ran to the woman in pain. Spike realized how he could help her. He put his hands on her arms and suddenly controlled fragments of electricity shot from his hands into the woman causing it to jerk her awake. Spike had just jolted this woman back to a healthy state.
He unexpectedly felt pleased and ecstatic over his actions, but he also felt drained of all energy inside of him. Spike understood this part of him that he had previously hated could, if used effectively, restore the massive destruction. He gazed around at his surroundings.
“How can there have been this much destruction from just one of Walt’s animatronics.” Spike thought to himself.
Suddenly Spike heard a sound. A song that at one time brought sweet memories to Spike, but now only brought fear. It was the sound of “It’s a Small World” coming from thousands of robots hunting for humans.
He could hear them coming closer and he knew he had to find shelter for himself and the woman.
Spike picked her up and started to run down the alleyway trying to get as far away as he could from the animatronic mob.
Quickly he spotted a van with a broken window parked on the street. Spike ran over to the van and slid his hand carefully through the window, into the van, and pressed the button to unlock the door.
He opened the door and gently put the woman on floor and went to the back of the van to hide. He hoped that the robots wouldn’t notice them.
Looking into the rearview mirror for the first time in what felt like months, Spike almost didn’t recognize himself. His face had become pale and the scar on his check had seemed be darker than last time he checked.
Breathing a sigh of relief, Spike knew that they were safe …. At least, for now.