umbness 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.