Chapter Three
A Hellish New World
“Damn, where the hell are we?”
Casey’s voice woke me. “Huh? Broken bits of thought spun in my mind, slowly mending together. I rose up on one elbow. Something was wrong. I couldn’t bring my arms around in front of me.
Casey stood up, weaving and staggering on his bare feet, bumping his shoulder along the concrete wall until he reached the steel bars that formed the front wall of this strange room. He shoved his face against the bars and tried to look up and down the dim, shadowed corridor. “Hey! Anybody out there?” He closed his eyes and slowly shook his head.
I sat up on the wall-mounted cot. “Casey! You okay? What happened to us?” Hell, we are naked, and our hands are cuffed behind us. This isn’t my bedroom, and where is Vicky?
I looked at my feet
