The morning didn\u2019t come the way Steven thought it would. It was much noisier. There were screams and people hollering
\ndirt-eaterrrrrs!<\/i>
\nand sounds like an echoing crack.
\nI know that sound. Don\u2019t I?<\/i>
\nThen his cage shook and one of the camp was leaning against his cage. Their beady eyes were looking straight in at him, but they were cloudy. Blank.
\nDead.
\nIt\u2019s knife had fallen just outside the
\nnot my<\/u><\/i>
\ncage. Much easier than working the ties.
\nMoving very slowly, so that he wouldn\u2019t have to argue with the other voice, he reached out for the tool and started to cut. The camp got quieter around him. The little explosions stopped
\nran out of shells<\/i>
\nsomewhere in the middle. He got the gate open and pushed. Easy. He dropped the knife on the floor of the cage and crawled out.
\nA few feet away, three real people stood.
\nChurkk was right behind him.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
The morning didn\u2019t come the way Steven thought it would. It was much noisier. There were screams and people hollering dirt-eaterrrrrs! and sounds like an echoing crack. I know that sound. Don\u2019t I? Then his cage shook and one of the camp was leaning against his cage. Their beady eyes were looking straight in at … <\/p>\n