JAM Story Continues

I began looking for a location to hide, my Dad’s inventions. I went thought the basement door not to be seen by the negavites. There were tons of clicking, running machey in the basement. As I ran past I could not help wondering what he was always building down here. I ran out of the basement. I was about to leave the basement when a treble feeling that something was not right. I ran back to the house and ran in the front door. I came back just in time to see my get shot by a negavite. I tried to run but feet were not going anywhere fast. I ran up to my father when the negavites left. I saw he was bleeding severely. I being a young boy I did not know what to do.