Chapter 19: Bogus Broadcasts and Vines that Bind
Rodney
Everything hurt. My head, my neck, my heart. My emotional pain was battling my physical pain for dominancy. I was not ready to leave the cool comforting darkness but I had to. I opened my eyes, shocked to see nothing but pitch-black. I rubbed my eyes. I could feel soft soil underneath me. Was I being buried alive? No. There was nothing on top of me. I gingerly sat up. My lupine eyes adjusted.
I scrutinised my surroundings. I was lying on soft black earth yet I did not seem to be outdoors. The top spoil here was very rich. I grabbed a handful of soil and then let it fall from my fingers. It was dry. There were slate-grey stone walls encasing a large dome of sorts with no real light source in sight. I was probably back underground. I
