[center]Several Days Later[/center]

It had been days since the barrel of the gun rang out in worksite zero-one-two, and the guards for the most part had been rallying together a sort of “deadpool” until the next death came calling. Some of them assumed it would be in twenty-four hours and others a full cycle of days. Doran Karek didn’t make any guesses or assumptions even with his own bitter cynicism that plagued his character he did feel some pity for everybody who was thrown into this situation. Nobody deserved to have their life turned into a game, though there was nothing he could say or do about it that would remove their little entertaining distraction. As he walked by the post of one of the standing “lieutenant” slavers he caught the glimpse of a conversation which caught some degree of interesting from Doran.

“Sir, she’s stirring, she’s coming awake.”

“After as long as they’ve been quiet?” The higher ranked slaver mused as his expression conveyed a sense of wonder. Who they could be talking about was something Doran wondered as he stopped to listen in as his eyes looked over the slave yards that were in plain view.

“Correct.”

“Never thought I’d see the myth being able to speak, this is… interesting, take me to the special chambers in the detainment cells.” There was a sense of excitement in the higher ranked slaver’s voice as the two moved away from the post without even getting a temporary replacement—though that wasn’t the strange part. The strange part were words like ‘myth’ and ‘special’ which made Doran come to the conclusion that they spoke of the Old Hellion; a slave dating back to long before Doran was a slave (let alone a manager), who had survived without all subsistence as they found themselves in a comatose state. He wondered what that could mean for everything since there were so many rumors about Hellion ranging from origin and significance. After all, she was the only slave to not be buried in such a weak condition. But the fact she was still breathing after several decades brought a sense of wonder and curiosity in even him. But he had no place in the cells—he managed those who hadn’t broken the rules.

Still though… it was very interesting.

Doran shook his head, he had heard that the purple-furred one was stirring emotional problems again—and he decided to go see what it was about this time…