She hadn't expected anything abnormal to happen. She thought this was going to be a normal trip, just like it had been every year, going to her aunt's house in Las Vegas, driving all the way from Ohio. She hadn't expected her life to depend on which turn she made. She never thought that she would meet the people of the hills; see their harsh ways of surviving as the pitiful deformed humans they were. They lived without morals or kindness. They just needed to survive.

But when she took a wrong turn and her car began to spin out of control, she realized that this wasn't going to be an ordinary trip. Her tires had popped. She couldn't drive it now, and the sun was setting on the hot desert.

"God damnit! How did this happen? Shit! Well I'm not walking back to the gas station…" Alison muttered to herself as she inspected her tires. She didn't have a spare, not that it would really help seeing as three of the tires had popped. Her younger sister Sarah sat in the passenger seat. She checked her cell phone; no signal. Everything was just hills and desert for miles around and the sun was already setting. They didn't want to risk getting caught in the freezing night, wandering around emptiness for God knows how long, so there was no way they were walking. A scurrying figure in the mirror caught Sarah off guard, making her jump quickly and turn around. Empty sand.

"Damn animals…" she sighed to nobody but herself. But she wasn't the only one who heard. In the hills, they were waiting.

…

"You have eh girls yet Lizard?" a scratchy voice asked over the radio. Lizard picked up the walkie-talkie.

"No Goggle. But I'll have 'em soon."

"Okee Lizard."

…

"Where the hell did I put the water bottles?" Sarah asked herself as her small hands dug through the mess in the back seat of her car. She finally reached a cool bottle and twisted the cap. She turned back around in her seat and was met with a pair of cold blue eyes staring through the window. She screamed at the man who was standing there with what she could only guess was a smile on his face, for his lower jaw was twisted and he had a cleft lip. He was holding Alison, a hand cupped over her mouth and nose to keep her from making sound. Soon her eyes closed and she stopped moving, and he let go, letting her drop to the ground, the only movement was her chest rising and falling with short shallow breaths. The man's wild mess of bleached hair was partially covered by a hat and he wore a chain of spikes across his chest. Before she could lock the door he had opened it and pulled her out onto the warm hard ground. He hit her once on the back of the head and she lost consciousness.

When Alison woke up, she was in a dark, dusty room, on a bed next to Sarah, who was staring into a dark corner silently. She looked around, something in the corner catching her eye. It was the man that kidnapped her.

"Who are you?" she screamed. He looked at her but didn't answer. "Where am I?" she yelled at him. He grinned.

"Yer in the hills," he said, "Now ya best shut yer mouth 'fore someone finds ya here an' kills ya," he growled.

"Who are you?"

"Shuddup bitch."

"Why the hell did you kidnap us?" she yelled. He jumped up and covered her mouth with his gloved hand. His skin was very rough and dark, and his clothes were torn and dirty.

"Shut up now. Yer lucky I brought you back here instead uh the mines."

"What are you talking about?" Alison growled quietly when the deformed man pulled his hand away. And he told her. He told her everything. How the government dropped bombs and that's what made the village this way. That they survived by luring people from the streets and then eating them. And he told her she was next.

Sarah sat quietly in the dark room on the dusty bed, just looking at the man. She couldn't really tell his age because of his deformities. Sarah was just thirteen; a pretty little girl who never really fit in anywhere. She had big brown eyes and straight, short layered hair. Alison was eighteen, an outcast where ever she went, with a brown eye and long wavy hair that matched. When she was little she was mauled by a bear, resulting in the loss of her left eye, replacing it with three long, ugly permanent scars. She was a thin girl; she always had been. This man was extremely thin and his rough dirty skin made him look much older than he probably was. Sarah couldn't help but notice his blue eyes.

"What are you looking at?" he barked after quite some time of Sarah's staring. She glanced away for a moment, but returned her attention to him and felt a smile tug at her mouth.

"Uh, well… you-your eyes," she stated shyly. What am I doing? This guy is some mutant cannibal and I tell him I'm looking at his eyes? She mentally slapped herself, while Alison shot her a "shut-your-damn-mouth-are-you-crazy?" look.

"What?" The man blinked, as if wondering if the girl was naïve, dumb or just insane.

"Your eyes…you have blue eyes. Everybody in my family has brown eyes…but blue eyes are so…different." The man was baffled.

"You really are a stupid little bitch, aint ya?" He just stared at her, blue meeting brown.

"I'm sorry…" she replied sheepishly.

"What's wrong with you?"

"Nothing's wrong with her! She's not some crazed cannibal who lives in the desert like you, now is she?" Alison wished she hadn't mocked him; in an instant he was holding her throat.

"I can show ya right now how crazed I am," he growled, his free hand snaking up the back of her shirt, "Ya want me to?" Alison shook her head and he let go, walking back to the corner as she inched away slowly.

She didn't say anything more.

"'At shut ya up didn't it?" the man grinned.

"Please don't hurt her," Sarah squeaked. The man picked up his walkie talkie.

"Goggle?"

"Yeh Lizard?"

"You can have the little one," he growled. Sarah's eyes widened, "Long as ya keep them a secret. Papa Jupe'll ruin all the fun if 'e finds out."

Alison nearly stopped breathing. What were they going to do? What was going to happen to them; to Sarah? She didn't want to die here, and her sister… She was so young…