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Alex sat on the floor his back pressed up against the wall. He kept an ear out for anyone approaching while he scraped the rough rock he'd found against his prosthetic arm. It was a tough material but he needed to get it open. While his captors saw him as a house cat who'd been spoiled by his domestication he was still planning like a stray. Right after he'd gotten the new arm he'd carefully sliced it open to hide a knife inside before carefully getting it resealed shut.
His wife and child needed him and he was not going to let these people keep him from them. Alex only had a basic idea of what they were planning but he knew it had something to do with the damned meteor that had hit and likely with the black oil. He wasn't going through that again.
His wife and child needed him and he was not going to let these people keep him from them. Alex only had a basic idea of what they were planning but he knew it had something to do with the damned meteor that had hit and likely with the black oil. He wasn't going through that again.