I hear footsteps running towards me. Then a voice, “Blimey, you alright? I had to do it.” Suddenly, I remember I’d been shot and grab my chest. No blood. Unless, my blood is blue instead of red. How is that possible? “Can you get up?”
The voice continues to echo in my head. I open my eyes just in time to see a man, around my age, standing over me.
“CAN YOU HEAR ME?” he shouts and my face winces. I nod and start to stand up. “Name’s Finn. Been here for quite some time.”
“How long, exactly?”
“Three years.”
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