My arm stings from the constant struggle with these large, wide eyed beasts. They keep
telling me I've won something. I can’t really tell what though because their
English is horrible, it reminds me only of something like Klingon. I feel so
isolated in this weird futuristic place. Everything is white except for these
monsters that surround me.
My new
“friends” walk me into a large, perfectly round room that echoes every breath
that only I make. The creatures stop and I look up to these towering, green,
slimy monsters. Some walk out of the room, the remaining 10 give me this creepy
and incredibly disturbing smile. Their mouths stretch across their watermelon
sized heads. This reminds me of an alien joker. Beads of sweat and slime
trickle down faces. It looked as though everyone’s face around me was beginning
to melt. To my utter horror, they started to speak to me again.
“So humen.
Whew werl join yew?” The tallest one asks. I just stand there unwilling to give
an answer, or for that matter, move. Crickets would chirp if we were still in
human territory. Smiles quickly faded into disappointing looks.
“Yew herv
beern picked, humen,” one of the deformed monsters yells from the back. I began
to form words to please these beasts that were undoubtedly able to crush my fragile
bones with one hand.
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