Okay, this is a short ending, but only because I came up with two ideas of where to go next. I've decided on this one because... well it was easier to write. So, the shreaded face has been post-poned indefinitly.
I awoke to the sound of screaming. The sheiks of terror from the muds being interrogated often reached our bunks. The glukkons seemed to have the air-vents build to amplify the sound. I can't stand noises like that; not many can. All of us tried to get out as quick as we could, but a group of sligs were by the doors, laughing as the shut and locked them.
Occasionally, I thought I could make out the sound of rending flesh. I couldn't take the noise any more. I cowered, hands over my ears trying to drown out their desperate cries, but I could still hear them.
I have to get out of here! Can't... take it!
I looked towards the door; the sligs looking in and laughing. Anger welled within me.
HAVE TO GET OUT... NOW!
The door opened.
How did..? Did I..? Oh, crap
The big-bro had returned to gather some workers. He'd ordered the sligs to open up. I think it was the first time I'd seen mudokons offer to work. Nobody wanted to stay here alone.
Nobody, except Karnor. He purposely stayed at his bunk, and was left behind. The rest of us walked as fast as we could, as far away from the area as we could. We all got a few blows laid into us on the way out, but at least we could get away from the sounds of torture.
At least for now, we could escape something.
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