“someone murmured through the thick dense fog. Brendan could hardly understand what was going on, and the synapses weren’t firing. His head was foggy, body numb and he decided to sleep more. “Bren…c’mon, Bren, can you hear me?” A voice above Brendan called him from the fog a second time. His eyes felt heavy. Try as he might, he couldn’t seem to open them. A moan escaped his dry lips. “That’s it. Ripley is right next to you and I’m here, buddy.” That voice. Dalton. That was Dalton.... Awareness began to take hold of Brendan. His systems began booting up, and what parts were awake, he wished to hell would go back to sleep. His bones ached, and his muscles screamed in agony. Brendan groaned, trying to find a comfortable position since he was once again chained in place. Trying to get his mouth to work seemed impossible, so finally, he tried to work his lids open.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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