It was morning, her second day in the hands of the monsters. Compared to when she first got there, the house was filled up, black vehicles all parked up in the massive compound. She watched as they got down, all dressed up in various clothings. Clothings that barely showed a glimpse of their body, according to what she had read growing up, the sun could kill them, shrink them to death. It was said that only the older ones could come out in the sun, the younger ones stayed back in their little dark hole to prevent them dying. They all had black shades on, some looked neat with their hair neatly tucked and styled to the back.
Their pets came with them with their pet leash on their necks, some looked tattered and unkempt with their dresses torn and dirty while others looked better. One thing they all had in common was their sad unhappy face, one she knew how it felt to.
