(I feel nothing I feel nothing)
“Stop doing that!” I shouted at the ceiling.
“You’re welcome!” The Old Man shouted back through another flicker in Robbie’s concentration. This one was longer and clearer. As well as The Old Man shifting positions to stay out of sight, I could hear multiple sets of footsteps and make out the shape closest to me.
Ben.
Ben was alive, along with at least a few others. He was on his feet, looking for me, the way I’d been looking for him, but he didn’t find me in the flicker.
“A little help?!” I called out.
There was no answer. Ben was twelve feet away and couldn’t hear me. The Old Man was thirty feet above and wouldn’t come any closer. My hearing kept fading in and out. The Old Man was moving around, trying to stay ahead of Robbie’s multiplying drones,
