I don't own WotW. Yall know how it works right? I own Sam and you can't own her unless you ask.
I didn't go far before I heard a faint cooing. I followed the almost mournful sound.
"Hello? Is somebody here?" I entered the room cautiously and found a barely alive creature. It was whitish grey in color. At 6 feet tall, it looked almost human but at the same time still very alien. It had large almond shaped eyes that was closed. It was sitting at the corner edge of a large cage.
"Hi." I greeted. It looked at me with black eyes similar to the Martians. The poor thing looked like it's been in this bodily condition for weeks. I almost feel sorry for it.
"Hi." it responded in a raspy voice that sounded as if it hardly ever formed words.
"You speak English?" I asked. It paused.
"Few...human...talk." Ok. So it knows only a few words. That can be a problem.
"Do you have a name?"
"Prey...Pray..." he answered. Okay...another complication.
"What kind? Pray..." I made a praise the Lord posture "...or prey?" I made an eating motion.
"Prey...eat..."
"Who eats you guys?" I dared to ask.
"Martian...tentacles...blood...needles..." He weakly reached out and showed me his arm. In the same place as mine, there was a wound, revealing purple blood. I hesitantly showed him my red wound under my elbow. He was about to touch it when curiousity took over. I put my hand on his, palm to palm. It was almost the same, except his had 4 fingers and were clawed and slightly webbed.
"Why are the tentacled Martians doing this?" I asked.
"Save...Mars...all...species...move...Earth...new...home..."
"So you all are dying races?" He shook his head.
"No...dying...tentacled...Martians...thriving...need...home..."
"What would they do to humans?"
"Same...Prey...cattle...blood..." So humans are cows to them. They'll farm us for nothing but food. "Tentacled...eat...Prey...day...eat...human...night..."
The Martians feed on this poor creature in the morning when I'm sleeping and they feed on me at night. I petted Prey's head.
"Is there anything I can do for you?" I asked. It looked like Prey wasn't going to last very long and I wanted to make him comfortable.
"Prey...hungry..." I cocked my head.
"I have a cookie and cake somewhere. You want some?" Prey shook his head. He grabbed my arm and pulled me against the bars. I shutmy eyes and gritted my teeth. This position was highly uncomfortable.
"Prey...eat...human..." He growled and grinned, showing very sharp teeth. I screamed in terror as Igot his message.
Sam's in deep trouble now...uh oh...I don't really have time for advice right now. I only have 2 minutes to stay on computer. Hope to continue tomorrow...Note word 'Hope'.