A lone figure sat down against the wall of one of the numerous dark tunnels of the hive, the sound of water dripping in the distance. It was so dark that he could barely see the back of his hand in front of his face. He dropped his hand into his lap with a sigh as he heard one of the serpent drones making its way towards him. The drone stopped in front of the figure and waited as the man stood up with a slight bow towards the serpent.

'Come slave, you have more work to do for the hive.' The words echoed silently inside of the man's head. The serpent turned away from the human and crawled on all fours down one side of the tunnel. The man followed the serpent obediently, following the sounds of the serpent's claws scratching the floor of the tunnel. They traveled without speaking for several meters, stopping at a cave in. Climbing onto one of the rocks, the drone sat down.

'You are to remove these stones from this tunnel and place them outside the main hive entrance.' The drone hissed as he stared at the man with his eye-less dark skull. The man bowed slightly to the serpent, as expected of him, and the serpent crawled off the rocks and disappeared into the darkness. A sigh escaped from the human as he walked over to the nearest stone in the pile. He could barely see the stones but he had learned a long time ago to rely on his sense of touch more than his sense of sight. He wriggled his hands underneath the heavy stone and hefted it up from the ground with a groan escaping him. He slowly walked back down the path towards the hive's entrance, while keeping to the tunnels big enough to fit what he was carrying. He counted his steps as he walked, keeping track of where he was and when to turn. He strained under the stone that was easily as heavy as a drone was, yet he did not stop to rest. When his arms started to burn and protest the weight, the tunnel started to get brighter. He was able to see the smooth floor that he walked on and the rough walls to his side. It wasn't long after that he walked past the exit, once he was outside he found a place near the entrance to place his stone. He let the stone fall with a thump as it hit the dirt. Shaking his arms out, he took the time to look around the outside world for the first time in awhile. The outside world was vastly different than the hive, the colors were vibrant and breathtaking compared to the darkness of the hive. Yet it was almost too bright for him after all the time he spent in the dark tunnels of the hive. He reached up to his face and rubbed his eyes. Squinting to cut out some of the light that bombarded his eyes, he made his way back down the dirt path and back into the hive to continue with his work.

The sun was setting by the time he had finished with the work, carrying the stones he could and pushing the stones he couldn't carry. Once he finished a drone came to him to let him know that he could go back to his room. He didn't wait around for the drone to change his mind and give him something else to do. He held his left hand against the wall to guide himself to his room. It didn't take him long to find his room, or what could be called a room. It was a small cave that existed before the hive, too small for use by the hive, yet it was big enough for him to relax in relative comfort. The serpents had brought him some sort of soft material for use as bedding, and they even brought him different human materials to keep what little he owned out of the way. He walked over to his "chest", which was nothing more than a few pieces of wood glued together with a sticky substance, and opened it to reveal a few items and knick knacks he had collected over the years from the countless people who had died inside the hive. He reached inside a pulled out a tattered notebook, its cover used to have pictures on it but had faded away before he got his hands on it, all that remained of the pictures were a faint outline. He also grabbed a small pencil from the chest before he closed it and walked over to his bed and laid down. From where he laid down he was able to touch the wall that had some sort of lichen growing on it, when he touched the lichen it glowed a bright greenish color, giving him enough light to read and write and to even see things better in the room. He opened his notebook open to a blank page and lifted his pencil to write.

'I don't know how long I have been down in the hive, Weeks? Months? Years? I can't say. All I know is that I am the last human in the hive, the last slave for the serpents. Thankfully they use other creatures for breeding, so I have no fear of that, but working as their slave was no easy path even if they allowed him some form of freedom. Everyday they have me doing jobs that they would rather not do, such as clearing tunnels or removing the bodies that can't be used for the hive. It sucks but it's better than being used as breeding stock, I suppose anyway. In the end this might be my last journal entry, I am running out of things to write, and this is the last page in this book. Without any more human hosts my chance of scavenging a notebook is slim to none. If anyone finds this book, know that I am still kicking after these last words.'

He closed the notebook and placed it at the side of his bed. He pulled the thin scrap of cloth he used as blanket over his body and rolled over to face away from the light source. He closed his eyes and allowed himself to fall into the abyss of sleep.

Hey guys, I want to say sorry to everyone who has been waiting these years for the updates. Yet you guys will have to wait just a little longer to find out what happened in the story. Though on the bright side the story will have more details and I will be paying more attention to grammer and spelling.

Also I want to give a shout out to my roommate who is helping me with editing and such, Thanks man.I will have the next chapter done by next Saturday, so I will have a whole week to get the chapter down as long as I do not have any essays dumped on me, yay college life.

For my final words of goodbye for a week, Enjoy, Respond, Do what you like!