Numbness and rage. Fright and anger. I open my eyes. Oh, well. My cell is pitch dark anyhow."Block E1". I heard their inhuman voices. Lying on this cold metal bed, I stretch my arms along my sides. This must be the right posture to fit in a pod. I do not tolerate the idea of not being ready.
Yes, but ready for what? No, I won't give way to grief.
A squeaky sound... No, no way. It can't be true. The door opens, light replaces darkness. I will ask for a reason later. Now I have a choice to take. An easy one. I will run the hell out of here, whatever it takes. It's time to get a little revenge.
It's time to start my own riot act.
