[ WP ] The only , and deranged , live man on the planet does n't know that he lives among mannequins . Start with the line , `` They do n't usually answer back to what I say . ''

[ this is my first post on WP and very nearly the first thing I've written in a decade... so yeah, it's shit but was fun to write ] 
 
 They do n't usually answer back to what I say. Stuck in the shop windows, waiting to strike. Waiting to make their move. I know they can hear me. In rare moments, I'll hear their mechanical gears revving up and I'll see them move. I have my gun loaded and ready, because this is the moment. They're vulnerable only when they're moving. This was n't always true of them, but something's happened to their DNA. 
 
 This is n't the first time Autons have attempted to invade Earth. But it's the first time they've succeeded. I've always been a believer in conspiracy theories and the like, so when this happened in the 70s and then again ten years ago, I was ready for this to happen again. Each time, they get closer to their goal. I expected them to conquer part of a city, but nothing like this. 
 
 I watched the news reports. Most of Europe has been decimated. All of America: they got lucky, found a way to use their mobile towers against them, fried their brains to a crisp. Russia and China did battle in a war following the news of the first Auton, and the Chinese are gone. The surviving Russians are now still alive, the Autons using them as pets and slaves. 
 
 Their hibernation in my short town is disturbing. I lack sleep, have not dared to sleep for the last fifty hours. I know they toy with me. I know they are biding their time inside that shop window, waiting for me to pass out. They will win, too. My legs are feeling weak, my eyelids closing. My body starts to fall...
