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he said, in a mocking tone, cutting me off mid-sentence. “Cut the crap, you’re taking something special. We want it. In fact, it’s going to save us all. The world does not revolve around you.”
    “ Fine, you want to know everything about me? Get me the hell out of here,” I said. I slapped myself on the forehead and bellowed, “God, this is so stupid, I’m probably talking to myself.”
    “ Listen, Jack, this is very important.”
    “ Okay, let’s hear it.”
    “ First, you are going to hear a loud explosion...”
    “ Are you going to blow this place up?” I asked, kind of worried. “Because I do want to make it out in one piece.”
    In the distance, I heard the sound of a large crash. Not a detonation, but of something large and loud hitting the floor with great force. “Was that it? What do I do?” I asked, in a panic.
    “Calm down...that wasn’t it...or was it?” Milton asked. He ignored the large sound and looked at me straight into my eyes as he continued. “You are going to count to thirty and then hit the floor,” he added.
    “ Now?” I asked.
    “ No...I don’t know. Dammit, okay, if you see smoke, crawl on your belly until someone finds you.”
    “ What? Like now? Was that you guys?”
    “ I don’t know,” Milton said, slightly in a panic. He walked up to the door, and stood up on his tip-toes, staring through the little window that led out of the cell. “I don’t see shit,” he said.
    I walked behind him and took a peek out the window as well. “I don’t see anyone out there—this is madness.”
    Milton stepped away from the window and closed his eyes real tight and began saying out loud “ Jiào wǒ qǐchuáng.”
    “ What...the...” I said.
    “ Wake me up,” he said to himself, this time a little louder.
    “ Who me?” I asked, completely confused.
    “ Dammit, this is not good,” he said, opening his eyes.
    “ What’s not good?”
    “ Here, lean right about here?” he said, pointing down in front of me at his eye level.
    “ You need a boost or something?”
    “ Yeah, a boost.”
    I crouched and got on my knees. I stretched my arms out in front of him, putting my hands together, making a small cup for him to stand. Milton pursed his lips and crinkled his brow. He made his tiny little hand into a fist and pulled his arm back in an exaggerated wind up. With surprising speed and precision, his little fist landed on the bridge of my nose. Instantly, I had a sour taste rush throughout my sinuses. I shook my head and opened my eyes. As I was about to retaliate with a punch of my own, I realized he was gone. I heard a loud siren and what sounded like people screaming. I ran to the window and saw security, in full-on riot gear, run right past my cell. However, there was no smoke or anyone coming to my rescue. If things were about to go down, being trapped in a cell by myself and forgotten, wasn’t an ideal starting point for any purported escape.
     
     
    Chapter Four
     
     
    I sat with my arms wrapped around my knees, swaying back in forth in the darkest corner of my cell like a mental patient. I felt weak, defeated, and worst of all, humiliated. Yes, I felt depressed but it felt that it was due to my captive state, rather than getting bitten.
    Beyond the metallic thickness of my cell’s door and the concrete walls within, I heard the faint sounds of bangs, pops, screams, and yells in the distance. Whatever was making the ruckus surely interrupted the unhinged madness that permeated throughout the facility. No smoke, friend, or foe came to my rescue, just the smell of gunpowder misting through the small opening at the bottom of my door.
    A sudden realization of abandonment, snapped me out of my malaise, as I ran up to the door, banging at it with both my fists. “Get me out, goddammit...can anyone hear me?” Another guard with a baton and visor ran by my window, oblivious to my voice or presence.
    I proceeded to close my eyes, trying to force myself into a deep