Everything hurts.
I'm laying on the floor of a cell in Sanctuary's military headquarters. I'd tried to stay standing, then sitting. Tried to preserve my dignity for when the boss comes to see me. As the hours passed, so did any drive I had to maintain a dignified front. Eventually I slumped to the floor in a heap and then slid into my back, the most comfortable position I could manage with ribs still bruised and broken from the beating Fuentes had given me.
Despite my grim predicament my thoughts linger on one thing; Taran. What happened to Taran?
The last I saw of her was when I shoved her into one of the mercenary's cars. Then I was attacked from behind, taken down to the ground and nearly bitten. It took all my strength to save myself. Somehow, I got the upper hand, twisting until I
