Fleet Commander Vorik scanned the room, scanning the faces of everyone who lived inside the bunker. They ranged from anger, hatred, and disgust. Even those like him were giving him looks that were filled with hate and disgust. He knew they were right to feel that way. He was expecting it. This group seemed to be a very tight-knit group. It was what he found next that he wasn't expecting.
As he scanned the faces around him, his eyes narrowed in on one of the girls. It was a young human. Hatred in her hazel eyes. Her arms were folded over her chest; her eyes narrowed at him. Her gaze was shooting daggers as if she could slice him up with a single look. Emotionally, that was exactly what she was doing.
