"Found me?" He repeated, still trying to validate the non-savages existence in his head. His eyes looked over the man, wide and terrified. "Who would have found me if not you?" He asked, tilting his head. If the savages were not real, then the dome must of simply had it wrong. There was certainly no way that normal humans could survive down here with monsters was there? No, no, either the domes were wrong, or these people were monsters, horrible alien beasts who at any moment would tear off their flesh masks and eat him alive. That poor girl... man... mirl, would surely be the first victim. He was convinced if he looked back he would see the woman tearing into that poor mirl. When the beast in humans form asked his name, he stuttered out, "I... I..." He swallowed hard, collecting himself, he was going to face his death with dignity dammit, "I am Alten Carvox the fifth, beta of dome 23," He whispered, conviction leaving his voice towards the end of his voice as the realization came that suddenly, he was nothing. He was still Alten, but beta, fiance to an alpha... no he was none of that. He was trash in the sewer. If he had not been afraid of dying crying in that moment, he would of wept.