We are the monsters
'Earth is not a nice place to get stuck in'
Erythian thought as he told the girl aiming a gun at his head, for the second time, that he would not hurt her. Her eyes were cold, ruthless, nothing of the child she was in them, probably a result of the recurrent raids of the past 3 years. He also knew she did not believe him for a second, not when so many humans had become mere prey to his kind. But he had to try. He had no idea how long he had before the taint of the Earth's atmosphere would drive him insane, but he would try, with everything he had, to find that wretched piece of ancient junk so he could see home again, so Mother would bring him home again.
