It’s nearly 3-4am in the night. Your not sure why your up, but something tells you, you must.

It’s not long until you hear low whimpers and a small cry of pain. You try to get close to where the noise is, and to your surprise, it comes from your porch, right next to your front door.

You open the door, and to your right, you see.. the humanized Zaterran. He looks up at you, holding his wounded arm.

"..Please.."

Was all he could mutter.