Page 13 of The Inheritance
I patted myself. I needed… Here. I pulled a slim flashlight out of my pocket. I always brought one as a backup to the light in my hard hat. I pressed the flashlight into the knot and tied another knot over it.
“This will hurt, and you’ll lose what’s left of the arm. I’m sorry. We have to stop the bleeding.”
I twisted the flashlight, tightening the knot. Once, twice, three times.
The woman reached out with her right arm and touched my hand. Her fingers were cool, their touch feather-light.
“I’m sorry,” I told her.
The blood stopped spurting. Now I just had to secure this…
The woman touched her own forehead. Her fingers dipped into the skin, sinking into a seemingly solid skull.
It had to be a hallucination. I was losing it from blood loss and pain.
The woman pulled something out of her head. It was round and glowing, like a brilliant jewel lit from within. It was so beautiful. The colors swirled and danced, a stunning, mesmerizing gemfire.
I had to look away, move, run, do something, but I had no will to move. The gemstone was too beautiful to resist. It was coming toward me, held in the woman’s long fingers. Closer. Closer.
The gem touched my forehead.
The Universe unfurled with light and color. A soft voice whispered inside my head.
“Treasure your inheritance, my kind daughter.”
Everything went dark.
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I opened my eyes. A jagged stone ceiling spread above me, glowing softly with swirls of alien growth.
I hadn’t imagined the nightmare. It happened.
I stared at the ceiling for a long breath and checked my watch. The digital skin was dark, with a spiderweb of cracks across it. Must’ve happened when I smashed into that rimstone after the blast.
Lying here would accomplish nothing. I had to get out of this hellhole.
I sat up slowly. The generator was still going, and three of the five floodlights had survived, illuminating the cavern with bright puddles of electric light. The inside of my head burned, my back throbbed, and my right leg felt like someone had rolled an asphalt compactor over it. But I was still breathing.
“Is anyone alive?”
Silence. Just me and the corpses.
“Anyone?”
Something nudged my side. I whipped around. Bear sat next to me, her smart brown eyes focused on my face with unwavering canine intensity.
I wasn’t by myself. The dog was with me.
“Hi Bear.”
Bear tilted her head. Her left side was dark and wet. Blood. It started near her shoulder and bled down over her leg onto the paw. Shit.
“Hold on, girl.”
I pushed to my feet. My right leg trembled but held my weight. Oh good. I took two steps before I remembered the bone sticking through my skin.
I pulled my right pant leg up. An angry red welt marked my calf, smudged with dried blood. That was it. The wound was gone.
