[color=wheat][h1][center]Eli[/center][/h1][/color]

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Eli sat in his cell, quietly trying to avoid thinking of where the train was going. The rattling of the rails was just mind numbing, and it didn't take a genius to realize that wherever he was going was bad. It was hard to keep track of time in here, the only real way he could do so was to count the meals he was given. By his count, it was just over two days since he woke up in here. Of course that didn't account for however long he was out after a bag was thrown over his head and he was drugged. He sighed, putting his glasses back on after habitually cleaning them for what had to be the hundredth time. He pulled out a cigarette from his back pocket, bent and dog eared as it was, and took a long sniff of it. [color=wheat] "Just a single match would make this so much easier." [/color]

The lights flickered out, the screech of metal on metal catching his attention. He didn't have time to react before his cell lurched and slammed him against the wall. Tumbling over and over in the metal box, it was all he could do to keep his head tucked in. He swore. He yelped in pain. He moaned as his cell came to a stop, the hatch busted open and letting light in. By some miracle his glasses only suffered a lens crack in all that. 

[color=wheat]"Ugghh..."[/color] Eli struggled to get up, feeling sunlight on his skin for the first time in days. Realizing that he was free, he crawled towards the opening, pulling him through with a grunt. The cell had landed on its side, so he had to climb through the opening, pushing the door out of the way. He tumbled onto the ground, his entire left side aching all over again. Already he could feel a cluster of angry bruises forming. His left shoulder hurt too much to move. After sitting up, he saw his left arm hanging uselessly. He could open and close his hand, but trying to lift it was out of the question.[color=wheat] "Damnit, I hope it's not broken."[/color] 

He grabbed onto a handle on his cell and pulled himself up. [color=wheat] "Oh wow." [/color] Now he really appreciated what it meant to call a failing project a train wreck. He leaned on his cell as he took his bearings. It took him a few moments of looking around the wreckage before he saw movement. The few people he saw weren't dressed like any guard he'd seen. They were all as battered looking as he was, more or less. He didn't want to think of how many were stuck in their own cells, too injured to move or worse. Those that were walking were heading down towards a stream. Seeing nothing better to do, he headed down the slope, holding his arm and limping. He passed the few groups of people and plopped down on a rock next to the stream before trying to work his shirt off, only for the pain to stop him. 

[quote=@6slyboy6]
[color=f7941d]"Hey guys! I've saved a few MREs from the train! Come here if you need some food!"[/color] 


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The ring of free food caught his attention. He stood back up and walked over to the man passing out the food. He didn't make to take some just yet, but he asked him the question that had been on his mind since he woke up in the cell. [color=Wheat] "Hey, you know what's going on?"[/color] He wasn't sure why he thought this guy would know any more than he did, but food man seemed to be taking some initiative.