Earths Surrender

Chapter Five Blake

"Thank you for the offer but we're going to have to pass. We're kinda on a tight schedule" I shove my hands in my front pockets.

"Please I insist. We'd love to have you" he wore his suspicious smile.

"Yeah can we stay? Just for a bit?" Christina asked placing her hand on my arm.

"Fine, two hours" I give Rusty a death stare. I had a strange feeling about the next two hours and I really didn't like Rusty. He stood up out of his throne and walked over to Christina and sat next to her.

"How you doin?" He raised his eyebrows, smiling, wrapping an arm around her. I shifted uncomfortably. She raised her eyebrow at him.

"Quite fine" she glanced over at me, noticing how uncomfortable I was, then quickly looked back to Rusty.

"Now then, what's wrong with you. You obviously can not walk."

"I twisted my ankle" she shifts out of his grip.

"May I?" He lifted up her twisted ankle onto his lap. "Nat, can you get us some of that antidote?" He slipped the sock off her foot. A tall, young woman with a black pixie cut and purple streaks handed Rusty a small vile of white liquid. "Drink this" he handed her the vile.

"What is it?" She twisted the vile in her hands.

"Natasha was a biologist, she formed an antidote from the white substance that the creatures form with their mouths."

"What does it cure exactly?" I ask sitting on a chair behind them.

"Everything but Day Walkers" he gave me the same suspicious smile.

"Day Walkers?" Christina pulls the cork out of the vile.

"What happens to humans when we're fed the white poison. You know, fully black eyes, not ourselves?"

"Right" Christina tilted back the vile and drank the antidote.

"With in an hour, your ankle will be healed-"

"A lot can happen in an hour" I but into Rusty's sentence.

"Yes, a lot" there was a moment of awkward silence. "Are all of you hungry?" Rusty stood up and walked back up to his throne. Most of the group murmured in agreement. "Excellent, Finn! Fix up our guests a meal" a man in his forties nodded towards Rusty.

"One of your men, Ted, didn't make it. He died in our care, we're sorry" I walked up towards Rusty.

"People die every day, it doesn't matter" he said coldly as he sat down. "He wasn't very much use any way" he muttered, picking at his finger nails.

I looked around the place and realised that the only children were the ones in our group. The group looked like it survived on the survival of the fittest and the best. There were large cages full of live chickens over near a small fire pit.

"This place creeps me out" Christina whispered from a bit behind me.

"It is rather strange, how's your ankle going?" I sat next to her.

"It's felling much better and the swelling has died down" she placed her hands around her bare ankle. She stood up and took a careful step, then slowly sat down again "I think I'll be able to walk properly in a bit, it's still a little sore."

The man, Finn, handed us a paper plate and two disposable, plastic forks, "chicken and potato" he said before he walked off. We all ate in silence, eyeing our surroundings and the strange place we were in.

Rusty's group looked like body builders, their muscles showed from under their shirt and their hair was kept neat. If this group was in high school, this would be the squad who the teachers were even scared of.

Charley came bounding over with a chicken leg in her hand and sat in front of us. "I haven't eaten chicken in a year. Remember when we found those three stray chickens on the side of the road?" She said spinning around to face us.

"That was a good day" Christina smiled biting into a large piece of chicken breast.

"This place is creepy yet cool, they have chickens" Charley continued to eat the chicken leg. Her brown hair was still in a messy ponytail and her clothes were covered in dirt.

"They do have chickens" Christina took anther bite of the piece of chicken breast in her hand.

"I wonder what else is stored away in this place?" I asked finishing the food on the plate. "There is still much we don't know about this place or these people" there was a back room, behind Rusty's throne. I didn't know what was back there but I was going to find out.

"I know what your going to do" Christina raised her eyebrows "wait until I can walk, I want to help" she scraped the remaining potato off the plate.

Within a few minutes Christina was able to walk a bit better but still had a limp. "I need you to distract Rusty for a while so that I can take a decent look of this room."

"What? Why?" She gave me an upset look.

"You wanted to help, this is helping."

"Fine" she rolled her eyes and stood up, walking over to Rusty. I carefully followed, keeping my distance. I was able to sneak past Rusty, as he was too busy checking Christina out to even notice me.

I turned the door nob and the door opened. Strange the room wasn't locked. Once I got into the room without anyone seeing me, I flicked the lights on and gaped at what I saw. My jaw nearly dropped off. "...Jackpot..."

The room was the length of the building, but thin. On one wall, hung guns of all kind, running all the way down to the other end of the room. Then the same thing on the other wall but with daggers, knives and swords. There were large chests and trunks every where which held the ammo to the guns on the wall. Even though I was stood in a large armoury, the one thing that stood out the most was the door at the other end of the room.

I turned the handle slowly and walked into the room. I felt the wall to find the light switch. It took me a while to find it. While I was finding the light switch, the only thing bothering me was the smell. The smell was the worst smell I had ever smelt and I had been living on the run for three years from an alien invasion in a post apocalyptic world. Even Jacobs worn socks was nothing compared to this smell. I flicked the lights on and nearly died from what I saw. We were leaving RIGHT AWAY.

I ran out to Christina to tell her that we wouldn't be staying any longer. "Dude, you okay? You look like you've seen a ghost" she tried to steady me before I could fall over from feeling nauseous from what I had seen.

"We're leaving. Now. There is no way we are staying her any longer with these crazy people" I nearly fell over.

"I'm not going anywhere until I see what is making us leave" she folded her arms across her chest.

"You don't want to see what I saw" I couldn't bare looking at Rusty, sat on his throne. He was one sick person, I couldn't bare his sight.

"If you don't show me, I'll look myself" she pushed past me. I followed her to the door. She opened the door then closed it behind us. I turned the light on. Christina's jaw dropped when she saw the armoury. "How could this be so scary? We could steel from these people and leave."

"I don't think we'll be leaving Chris..." She gave me a funny look as she saw the door on the other end of the room. We walked slowly towards the door. I didn't want to see what was in that room ever again, but I did anyway. I opened to door and tired the light on. Christina had the same expression as me; horrified and discussed. In the room were dead body's hung up from the celling. Body's of children and older people and people who looked like they wouldn't survive the alien invasion. Limbs were cut off and the room was splattered with blood. "They're canables Chris. This is the survival of the fittest."