Trust Me

Ch 1

Blaine ' s POV

" Well, what do you suggest, Sheila?" I sighed. The leaders were arguing again. This time it was about the food shortage. We had about 20 people living in our underground cave home, and only enough food to sustain everyone for the next 2 weeks.

Because our cave is underground, we can't grow vegetables due to lack of sunlight. The cracks in the ceiling let in just enough light to see about 10 feet in front of you. This causes some problems, because it means the only way to get food is to go to the surface, which would be completely fine if it weren't for all of the bloodthirsty monsters up there.

Technically,  they weren't monsters, just aliens. But that doesn't mean they're any better, in fact, I've heard enough rumors to know that they are not to be messed with!

They look human.
Their eyes change color when they smell prey.
They can run up to 90 mph.
They grow fangs and claws in order to kill things more efficiently.
They wiped out over 75% of earth's population in the first year they invaded.

Now, these are all just things I've heard, I've never come face-to-face with one of these creatures myself. And I certainly plan on keeping it that way.

"Blaine? Blaine! Did you hear that?" I snapped out of my trance once I realized everyone was staring at me.

"Umm... no."

"Jesus. Of course you didn't. You need to learn respect child! This is why you got nominated to go to the surface!" Sheila, an elderly leader with gross teeth, continued rambling about how I need to learn respect and discipline when I suddenly inturrupted.

"Woooah, woah. Hold on a second. There is no way in hell I'm going up there. I'm like 5 foot 5, I will actually die."

"We need food. If you don't go, everyone down here will die, including you. Take one for the team." Great. A lose lose situation.

Let's see, do I want to starve or be maimed?

"Fine. I'll go. But just this once!" With luck, my death will be quick and painless this way.

Everyone nodded and murmered in approval. Fuck you all too, I guess.

"If I die, I want my stuff to be given to everyone but Sheila." The old bat glared at me. Bitch.

I didn't have much, just a blanket, a picture of my parents on their wedding, a second pair of clothes, and a small burlap bag. Still, I didn't want her wrinkly old hands touching any of it.

"If you return, I hope you learn some manners. You could use them."

"Right back atcha." An angry silence filled the room as we glared at each other.

She cleared her throat before she spoke again. "I suggest you leave as soon as possible. You don't want to be out in the open at night. Good luck."she was right. I've heard the creatures are most active at night.

A few other people mumbled farewells before I walked towards the small crevice that you can only get through if you move a few rocks. Well, this is it.