I slide down a ladder. He follows me. I look around. We're not alone of this thing. There's something that is at work here. The claw marks and the bodies. What could have done that. I hear voices up ahead. I take up some kind of gun. I ignite it. I have no clue how to work it but I'll figure it out.

"Looks like we're not alone." He mutters.

"Shhh." I say. 

I walk to where the voices are. There were a lot of them. Humans. Aliens.

"Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!" One yells.

"Hey!" A girl puts her hands up.

Some had weapons and they point it at us.

"Who are you?!" I yell.

"Where are we?!" He yells.

"I have no idea!" One girl screams.

I lower my gun. We all looked the same. We all had the same clothes on. I saw the tattoos. What does this mean? Why are there so many of us? It doesn't make any sense. I look up and I see giant holes or tunnel like things.

"Did you see the bodies?" Another girl asks.

I nod. 

"What could have done that?" She asks.

"I don't know, but I don't really want to find out." I say. 

"Yeah. I really don't." He nods.

"We should keep moving." One man says.