23
I woke to the sound of dripping water and the smells of damp and mold. My ears popped, but there was no change in air pressure, only the sense I was sealed in somewhere. Someone groaned nearby—I wasn’t alone.
“Who’s there?” I asked. I wasn’t bound, but I was afraid to move, not sure if my cell mate was friendly. If it had teeth and claws, I didn’t want to find out by stepping on it and pissing it off.
My left foot tingled, and the thing groaned again with a familiar tone. It was Max. I crawled over to him and found him on the floor. My fingers touched something sticky—blood—and there seemed to be a lot of it.
“Max, are you okay?”
“They coshed me on the head good this time,” he said.
“Do you have a concussion?” I ran my hands over his head, but in the dark, I couldn’t see how big t
