When Kent woke up, he found Chondee and
Bonnie leaning over the large dining table discussing directions on a beat up
map of the underground system. Spread out on the opposite side of the table was
the contents of a medkit. Kent’s left eye ached and his head pounded. Out of
habit, he raised both hands to his face to wipe the sleep from his eyes, “ow,
dammit, that hurts,” he grumbled as his left hand slapped his missing eye. The
bandage and the pain reminded him of his recent loss. The young man fought back
the urge to scream.
“Morning,” Kent said, slowly swiveling out
of the bunk bed. His stomach rumbled as the smell of fresh breakfast and coffee
traveled up his nose.
“Actually, it’s afternoon,” Chondee
pleasantly replied.
“Afternoon?”
“Yeah, we got a bit of a late start
today,” Bonnie said.
“Where’re the other two?” Kent asked.
