The dark hallway stretched on and the flickering bulbs were dull barely providing enough light to navigate through. Breathing in the air filled with the scents of sweat, steal and chemicals. Strange sounds reverberated loudly as the generators kicked in providing oxygen in the underground tunnels. Vans Varrick stood in the hallway slowly taking breaths in and out focusing on his mission. Life was miserable for everyone who was trapped in these factories of horror. The last of humanity was down here and over a hundred years the alien race known as Avolutions. Vans had not been born yet when there ships came down to earth, declared war and won.
The survivors were rounded up and shipped down below to work for them. They did not even understand what they were making. No one alive had ever been on the surface at one point the old one’s would tell tales of how life used to be. But they are all dead now their bodies burned ashes tossed into the garbage’s, quickly forgotten. Vans did not even know his parents right after being born he was taken from his mother and put in a nursery. A few humans were in control of the nursery and later when Vans was only five years old sent to school portion. They were taught to read and write only in English the aliens did not want humans to speak or read their language. By age eight he was finished and started working in the mines. Small children were used as they could fit into tiny spaces and used less oxygen. Several friends died in those mines and later more would die in factory accidents.
Today Vans was going to try to start a revolution. By luck he had met a dying man with a book and an idea. A great book that contained information on how to manufacture a gun and how to use it as well. The machines in the factory worked well and there was plenty of scrap metal around. Vans ran down the corridor sweat dripping from his body, heart beating faster and a sense of urgency filling him. On this mission he was alone and told no one else weary of spies who frequently gave up information on coups.
The red door was at the end of the dark corridor and Vans kicked it open. A large human like form stood before him its body covered in thick metal plating. The helmet was almost black covering its face and stood there calm as if it had been waiting for him.
“Vans glad you could make it. I see you got the book, but sadly that gun will not work.”
“How did you know?”
“There is so much you do not understand.”
The alien took off his helmet revealing a human face with scars across one cheek. Vans held his breath as he realized the face before him was his own only older.