Genevieve and I have discovered new discovering over Earth. Just last year we saw an aircraft slam into our school with no remorse of killing us. The two of us escaped alive. Our parents the next year abducted by fat, colossal roaches and centipedes. It's almost as if the world was vice versa to humanity. We took animals' habitats without a heart. Now the creatures, not aliens as others call them, do the same to us. We're their main source for food. I occasionally go out to refill our buckets to have water for later. A small town in the west of Ohio. Except, we've been forced to live in the unknown games the creatures have planned. Genevieve does the dishes, laundry, house cleaning and protecting. I go hunting, training, fighting, and that's about it. Taking care of both of us. One day I meet him. The king of the creatures I'd like to say. If Genevieve finds out I befriended our main targets, our relationship will be over. He'll be shot as will I with him. It's my job to keep him save. Or is it his job to keep me safe?