Creative Writing: The Benign Robot

“Ahhhh!” I heard as I woke up to the screams of people outside. “Help!”. I put my shoes on and ran outside to find what had to have been a dozen robots and some people from my neighborhood all together at my end of the cul de sac, some with guns, some with what looked to be household objects like lamps, kitchen knives, chairs, and work instruments.
“Bob! Hurry! We need some assistance!” screamed John, my next door neighbor, over the screams and cries of my other neighbors, mangled from what had just occurred. John was a tougher, more military style kind of person and was also one of the few that had a weapon that could deal some damage. I too have a weapon for certain occasions like these, or to defend myself. You see, my neck of the woods isn't really, well

I know, it doesn't stand for anything but the author just liked that name I guess” scram the driver over Jays cries. Anyways, we kept driving after the robot, I mean Jack, got in the car. We made it to the destination when our belligerent fight began. We were all loaded with uncommon guns to kill the robots. We got off the car to start our fight. We posted up at a bunker to get prepared. We were loading our guns when all of a sudden the HK’s, which were the robots, started to fire at us. We exchanged fire, which was good because we got three out of the five down when Jay ran to finish one off that we knocked down.
“Jay no, don't go!” screamed Kim. But he didn’t hear us. I have never seen a more gruesome death in my life. The robot grabbed him and ripped his body in two at the waist. We finished the rest of the robots off and Jack took him back to HQ in less than 5 minutes. It was tragic. Nobody expected it.
“We have to keep moving.” said Fernando.
“Ok, lets go.” I answered. We had one more fight to get to the man behind all of this. It was a slower fight, but not too interesting.
“Let's make a plan.” said Fernando.
“Ok,” I answered, “What’s the