I don't own WotW. Yall know how it works right? I own Sam and you can't own her unless you ask.

"I can't believe that I'm saying this but...thanks." He paused, looked at me, smiled and then left to do what Martians do on their spare time. I layed back and fell asleep for the remainder of the night.

I awaoke extra early to hear the rattling on the cage. I looked towards the middle of the pit next to the cylinder. My Martian sitter was dragging Prey out of the cage. Prey didn't struggle. He just stayed still like an obediant dog.

I took noticed that there's another Martian. When did he come? I saw the extra crab with a few people in the cage. I was too far to reconize anyone. Then I heard a high pitched screech. I looked back at the Martians and saw that they had an extra evil feeding device, which they literally stabbed into Prey's neck. As they fed, Prey thrashed a few times then layed still and quiet.

I gulped and rubbed my neck. I knew the Martians would do that to me on the last feeding bout. It would only take a matter of days for me to wind up like Prey, a dead corpse in this pit.

"Sam!" I heard someone call my nickname. Only one person knew what my nick name was. My best friend Christy. I looked at the new crab and saw a dark figure jumping up and down, waving its arms in the air.

I got up and ran towards the basket cage. I climbed up the pit wall and stood by her.

"SAM!" Christy shouted excitedly. We hugged between the bars. "Sam! Sam! Sam! Sammy!" I flicked her nose.

"Never call me Sammy!"

"My bad..." she said, rubbing her nose. She then hugged me again. "Sorry I missed your party. There was this HUGE carb after me."

"It's ok. It was a good thing that you didn't come. All my guest died." I explained.

"Wow...that party must've sucked if everyone die." she mumbled. Oh no she didn't! I hit her on the back of her head.

"They died because of the crab!" I told her.

"Oh...a crab killed them?" I smacked my face. Christy always played dumb. But she was actually pretty smart. "So what are you doing out of the crab's cage?"

"4 words: Blood thirsty Martian octopuses."

"Octopuses? I thought they were crabs."

I suddenly felt something wrap around me.

I really hate some of these songs I'm listening to. The song Jupitar sucks big time. I usually can't listen to anything that has no hard core electric guitar and drum solos. Oh well...