Thank you all so much for reading and reviewing! Thank you for the suggestions on what to read. And there was a question about rape. I am not planning on any, and IF (I do mean IF) it does occur it will NOT be described in detail. I really do not believe it will be put in here.

I own nothing. Rated M. May be a sensitive topic for some. Reader beware.

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Kathy woke slowly. Her mind tried to comprehend when she had even fallen asleep. She was disoriented but as she cracked her eyes open, she saw the ship leaving, just the back of the monstrous thing. It zipped up and out of the sky so quickly, she had to blink. Her body ached. Her head throbbed, and she attempted to roll unsuccessfully to her side.

This had to be how turtles felt.

With a grunt and groan she tried again. Her limbs felt strangely heavy. After a few moments of an embarrassing struggle, she settled for lolling her head over to see. There beside her were other women. The two next to her appeared to still be asleep. Kathy found It odd that they both had the same type of necklace with a strange almost alien crystal on it.

Alien…

Her eyes widened and she renewed her attempts to get up with real fervor. This wasn't happening. It wasn't happening. Without grace, and possibly the passing of some gas, she managed to roll herself over and pushed partway to her knees. She looked again. There had to be one hundred woman all lined up in rows. They all had that strange crystal tag; it almost looked like a tag, around their necks. Her head dropped forward to her chest and she huffed.

Damn. She had one too.

Her clothes appeared to be untouched, as did every other part of her. Thank goodness.

She tried to stand, but promptly fell over. Her hands stung from bracing for her fall, and felt the air whoosh out of her. That wasn't her brightest idea. It looked like she was crawling to get anywhere for a little while. She amused herself, to quell some of the growing panic, by pretending she was on some Hollywood set for the part of GI Jane.

She even cracked a little smirk, but it quickly died when she looked at the clearing they were in. Purple grass was all around her, tinged slightly with orange. What the hell? She'd never seen anything like it and couldn't help but to stare at it as if it would bite her. Was that possible? This wasn't Earth anymore was it?

She was going to be sick.

She fought back against the wave of nausea. She had to find Susan. Was Susan even here? It was desperation driving her forward. Susan was the only woman she'd met before the horrid ship with those giant Alien things. Forcing her limbs to cooperate, she crawled slowly at first. Then she started to gain momentum. She moved past the rows of women searching for blonde hair. There were all so different. Nearly no one had any kind of similar feature.

What was she even supposed to do it she found Susan? Her mind prompted her, but she didn't want to think that far. Kathy didn't really even know how to start a fire without matches. Sure, she'd seen the weird side of YouTube, where they showed a bunch of survival tips and tricks. She'd paid attention to them, but theory and practice were completely separate things. She gave a glare at the grass once more. What if it was fireproof? Plants could grow that way right? On Alien worlds she supposed they could. Or what if it released a poisoned gas?

How was she even going to be able to eat? There was no way they'd ever know what was and wasn't consumable. Or what if like Earth plants, only some parts were and others would make you sick?

No. Stop. First things first. 'They're likely going to kill us all anyway. I don't know why I am even bothering to worry about food.' She thought darkly.

Minutes ticked by and others were starting to open their eyes or to make groans. Oh thank goodness. They were alive. She hadn't even gotten far enough to check. Kathy tried to stand once more. This time her legs wobbled, but held her. Then as she looked over the rows of women, Kathy saw Susan.

She took a step forward, and came crashing down again.

Son of a bitch. It hurt all over again. She was getting nowhere fast. Some seemed in better shape than her. Two women were already able to sit up and move around. Others were starting to cry out in fear.

"Over here," Kathy called and waited. Those that could; turned to look at her.

"Bonjour? Qui êtes-vous? Où sommes-nous?" A woman answered back.

Kathy blinked at her. Oh dear lord. Was that French? She didn't speak French. Bonjour was 'Hello' she knew that.

"Hi?" Kathy replied awkwardly. Her left eye squinted up to show her confusion.

"Anglais?" The black haired woman asked.

"Yes?" Kathy tried; she wasn't really all that sure what was happening.

"Ceea ce sa întâmplat?" A shorter woman demanded with dark hair, and a mean temper.

"Uh…" She answered eloquently. Then there was talking as most of the women were awake and some chattered to each other.

"Utuk Xul," A dark skinned woman wailed over and over. "Utuk Xul. Utuk Xul."

"Kathy?"

That was a voice she recognized. "Susan!" She cried out in relief as she stumbled to her feet once more.

"What were those things?" The Australian sounding woman from the truck ride asked, trying to move herself to a sitting position.

"I don't know," Kathy answered honestly, "but you saw them right?"

"Of course I bloody saw them!" The woman snapped. "You'd have to be blind to miss those beasts." She huffed, and spat at the ground angrily.

"Who are you?" Kathy asked suddenly, trying to change the subject.

"Joan." The clipped reply came readily.

"Kathy."

"I know."

Well, she was certainly a ball of sunshine. However, Kathy didn't blame her for being less than cordial. This was all so surreal, that it was a strain on all of them. Susan stared hard at the necklace around Kathy's neck.

"What is that?"

"We all have one. I don't know what it is. But it must be important." Kathy replied shakily. Seriously? Who expected her to know? Granted, she knew the questions were rhetorical, however, she was as confused and frightened as the rest of them.

"Are you Americans?" A decidedly hard female voice asked gruffly.

Kathy saw a woman in soldiers garb. She could only nod at the other woman.

"Whitmore," the Soldier introduced herself quickly.

"Like it says on your uniform," Susan joked quickly. It eased the tension and they all cracked a slight smile.

"Where are the others?"

"How would we know?" Joan asked in exasperation. "Don't you get it? We've been taken off our planet and-"

"Dumped on a new one," Kathy stated gently.

Joan glared at her and continued. "If it is the size of Earth, and if could be much larger or smaller, but if it is the size of Earth we may never run into them again."

Silence prevailed through the group. They hadn't thought about that. A planet, an alien planet, and they had been dumped in a cluster of one hundred. That only left them over 38 million women shy. Dear Lord, she could barely comprehend that the other women could be scattered about the planet in clusters just like them. They may never run into each other at all. IF they even came close, there could be miles and miles of terrain between them. Who knew what kind of terrain it was? There could be deserts, jungles, flood plains, tundra, and even more types of climate she'd never even seen before.

Or animals. Kathy lurched around suddenly freaked out at the idea of some weird lion-boar thing trying to eat her. Her mind kicked into high gear and she saw all those freaky Sci-Fi creatures from late night T.V. coming to life to get them. Or worse still, things they couldn't see. Like their captors.

Or a Sharknado.

She looked up at a slightly darker blue sky worriedly.

"What are you doing?" Susan whispered to her.

"Looking for more ships," she lied feebly.

Susan however, bought the excuse, and nodded grimly.

"What could they want us for? Huh Soldier? You're with the government."

"I'm not that high up," she replied with irritation. "I don't know shit."

Kathy glanced around to the other women, they were huddled in groups of three to five. Strange. However, it looked as if everyone had someone else they could talk to. She sure hoped that was the case. She didn't speak, read, or understand any language other than English.

"So they just dumped us on a planet with these things around our necks. Why? To what end?" Susan asked with a look of concentration on her face.

No one answered. Their eyes showed they had already thought up a multitude of terrible possibilities, but no one dared voice them. Kathy however, couldn't let the thought go. Clustered in small numbers, placed all over the world-Theoretically.

"It's like an Easter egg hunt." She muttered to herself.

"What?" Joan demanded with wide eyes.

"It's like an Easter egg hunt," Kathy sated a little more forcefully. "We're clustered all over the world, in who knows how many locations."

"They aren't hunting us though," Whitmore pointed out, "we haven't even seen them since the ship and if they took us just to kill us, and they could have done that easily on Earth."

She had an excellent point. Kathy colored at how silly her idea sounded now.

"That would also imply we are a prize of some sort," Whitmore continued.

"Well we haven't been anal probed as far as I can tell," Joan quipped, "and that is a good start for me."

Anal probes. Now that invoked all sorts of images in Kathy's mind she'd rather not think about.

"Maybe it is another form of colonization?" Susan suggested quickly.

"Colonizing us without men?" Whitmore asked dubiously.

"A Labor force?" Susan rebutted.

"Once again, and no offense to us as a gender; men are a lot stronger in many respects for that."

Joan barked out a laugh. "Try going through child birth," she quipped.

"You have a kid?" Kathy couldn't help but ask.

"Kids," Joan corrected. "I've got two. I have a husband too. Back home." She looked away, her eyes terribly sad. All the women took a moment of silence to remember.

Home. Kathy longed to go back home. Even just to sit on her couch or maybe grow a garden this year. As she looked at the purple grass again, she couldn't help but feel as if that wouldn't be happening ever again.

"Look at us," Susan said suddenly causing everyone to focus back on her. "All of these women, us included. The oldest couldn't be more than 29 and some of the other girls are maybe 18. Maybe," she stressed with a frown forming on her lips. "There is a reason for that?"

Kathy could think of one. But it involved the words breeding, hybrid, and gross. She shuddered to herself.

"I really don't want to think about it," Kathy replied feeling butterflies, battle wasps in her stomach.

Then the clicking started. Kathy froze. She would recognize that sound until the day she died.

"Well, there must-"

"Sh!" Kathy said spinning around trying to locate the sound. The women stood eerily still. Others still chattered away.

"Quiet!" Whitmore roared and slowly the conversations of the other women stopped.

It was a soft chattering almost, and Kathy realized they all heard it. Many faces turned ashen, some took an involuntary step backward. They huddled closer into each other as the sounds grew closer. There in the other part of the purple field more than three hundred feet away, several of the overgrown aliens came into view. Almost as if by magic.

One clicked as the females stayed ridged and silent.

"No weapons," it said loudly enough for them to hear, but it sounded like a human man's voice. "No weapons," it stated again and made a huge show of pulling in the blades on its guard.

Kathy thought, that perhaps this meant a nice civil discussion. Right up until it roared as loudly as if could, and the others joined in with it.

Upon hearing that noise, it had the same effect as someone braking at a rack of pool. The women scattered in all directions. Kathy turned her head out of fear and reflex. She noticed briefly the other aliens, all dressed in armor staring at them from their left.

Mutely she stood still for a moment, as others brushed passed her. She stared directly at one of the beasts, seemingly unable to move. Her mind thought about it, but her body couldn't obey. She didn't scream, she didn't cry, she was far too afraid for that. She stared at the inky black eyes. After a second, it appeared to take notice of her. Less than a heartbeat had passed, but Kathy could tell that it was assessing her. Gauging her reactions perhaps? It roared directly at her.

That was all the encouragement she needed. Kathy felt Susan's hand close around her wrist.

"Kathy, we have to go!" Susan shouted as she tugged at her. Kathy followed behind, noticing that some women were already heading toward treed areas, some toward rocks, and more toward valleys. She looked behind her once, just once, to see if they followed.

She saw nothing at all, except a shimmer in the light.

Then, as if her ears had suddenly lost the ability to hear anything except the thundering of her own heart. Her mind jogged her memory that they were all running for their lives from huge alien creatures that wanted to do something to them, she didn't know what, without weapons.

Well thank the Lord for small favors.

They rushed over hills, and found an outcropping of large, grey rocks. Kathy stumbled, and tried to ignore the stitch in her side.

"Keep up," Whitmore warned her sternly.

"I don't… see them." Kathy panted.

"We aren't going to," Susan said grimly, wiping sweat from her brow. "Who knows how long they'd been there.

"They have some sort of cloaking devises," Joan threw in quickly.

'Like in Star Trek?' Kathy thought bemusedly to herself. Except this was a lot scarier than those episodes she'd watched, and she wasn't even wearing a red shirt, but she was relatively sure she was going to die.

"We have to get over these rocks, and look for higher ground," Whitmore said decisively.

"No, that is just what they would expect us to do," Joan argued.

"Because that is the smart thing to do," Whitmore snapped.

"Tāmen láile, wǒmen yīnggāi líkāi." An Asian woman urged at them. Kathy looked to see that several other women had followed with them. They had no idea where they were going.

"We have to get smaller," Kathy stated worriedly. "If there are too many of us we can't move quickly."

Whitmore gave her an approving nod. "We can't just leave them behind."

"I didn't say that," Kathy half-snarled out in frustration. This was a damned if you do or damned if you don't scenario.

Joan gave a bitter and defeated laugh.

"What?" Kathy asked.

"You say that like we have a chance of getting out of this."

They didn't, did they? They were stuck on an alien planet with only God knew what else. Even if they managed to avoid the Aliens, what were they going to do? What if someone got sick or injured? Kathy swallowed a lump in her throat.

"Don't lose hope yet," Susan said angrily. "Or we are done before we begin."

It seemed the others were done waiting for them, as women pushed past them saying things angrily in languages Kathy didn't understand. She grew more nervous and agitated. They should keep moving. Instinct told her that much.

"Lets find water," Susan suggested. "Maybe we will be harder to find near water."

"That could work," Whitmore grudgingly admitted, "but if they follow the water way with us, it could lead us to trouble."

"Well we have to do something," Kathy insisted. She looked at Joan and took her hand. "Come on, you can tell me about your kids along the way."

The mention of her children seemed to bring Joan back to life again. She nodded quickly, and wiped a stray tear back with her other hand. "Yes, come on. No time to dawdle when there are aliens chasing after us."

Kathy smiled. "Where would water be?"

Susan shrugged. "We'll just have to find out."

The Asian woman, it seemed, was sticking with them because she followed as they veered away from the rocks and decided to walk what Kathy could only assume was North. There really was no way to tell. Their spirits seemed a bit low, but it was to be expected. Joan told Kathy briefly of her two daughters at home. Of the husband she loved and wanted to return to; and the father-in-law she was going to castrate for turning her over to the government.

It took them a few hours to find water. Or what they all thought was water anyway. It was a small pond, dark in color and tinged with green. Well, perhaps it was scum. They moved trying to look at everything. It was an alien world, but something was very off.

"Is that…?" Whitmore started only to trail off.

Corn. Kathy couldn't believe her eyes. It was freaking corn, out here on a planet that was not Earth.

"And that is…" Susan said in wonder, "an apple tree?"

How was this even possible? They were settled in with strange curling trees, sweeping grasses, and brightly colored flowers that were not from their planet. Kathy felt a sinking sense of dread in the pit of her stomach. Food. It was consumable human food, which had been growing here for an untold amount of time. Unaltered in anyway.

Just how long had they been planning this? That tree was too large to be a sapling, and it was bearing fruit. Kathy edged closer, against her better judgment. Her fingers trembled as she reached up to touch a single leaf.

"Susan."

"What is it?"

"Susan."

"Kathy, that really isn't funny right now. Stop saying my name. I can see the tree."

Kathy turned toward her, face perplexed. "But I'm not."

"Susan." And their eyes widened.

Kathy was disturbed, it was her voice. However, she wasn't the one talking.

"We have to go," and now it was Susan's voice echoing from a place they couldn't make out.

The clicking came once more.