Part 54 (2/2)

The deep ba.s.s of Bear's voice strangled into a piercing shriek.

Jazzman's voice, begging and pleading and crying.

Cheech Wizard's unbroken, inarticulate gargle of wet agony.

Were they still screaming now? Was that real or was he going out of his mind?

Finn stopped moving and listened to the darkness.

All he heard was his own shallow breathing. He held his breath, listened harder.

Then he heard the screams again. All three of them. Bear, Jazzman, and Cheech Wizard. Screaming with raw misery.

But the screams were far away. Down the corridor, or outside, or somewhere else.

How could they still be real? How could his men still be screaming?

Finn had no way of knowing. He was sure that he'd badly hurt himself. This could all have been a dream.The product of shock and injury and blood loss.

His men couldn't still be screaming.

Not after all this time. Not after all these hours.

No one could yell that loud for this long.

”I'm coming!” Finn cried.

Or thought he did.

But his throat felt dry and dusty. Had he managed to even make a sound?

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