1st Orders
[The communicator's audio feed clicks on to the sounds of frantic thrashing, followed by a squeak of fright.
This is not Danny's cage. It's not anywhere he's seen before, and he can't hear his unc-
Uncle's dead.
Danny's breath hitches at this thought, and the memories flood back. The truck had hit the car with alarming force, all survivors were gunned down in cold blood. Except for him. Danny had crawled away and-
-and he's still bleeding. A bloody hand smears red over the communicator as Danny pushes himself to his feet, then staggers to the door, breath heavy and ragged over the microphone. He can only think of one person who might be able to help him, the only person he knows in the world who is still alive. If he can find the pianos, everything will be alright.
There's the sound of a door unlatching, and then the feed cuts out.]
This is not Danny's cage. It's not anywhere he's seen before, and he can't hear his unc-
Uncle's dead.
Danny's breath hitches at this thought, and the memories flood back. The truck had hit the car with alarming force, all survivors were gunned down in cold blood. Except for him. Danny had crawled away and-
-and he's still bleeding. A bloody hand smears red over the communicator as Danny pushes himself to his feet, then staggers to the door, breath heavy and ragged over the microphone. He can only think of one person who might be able to help him, the only person he knows in the world who is still alive. If he can find the pianos, everything will be alright.
There's the sound of a door unlatching, and then the feed cuts out.]