21
Eddie woke, his eyes blurry. A metal ceiling buzzed in and out of focus.
Steel rafters.
He blinked.
Something was under him.
Concrete.
Cold concrete floor. The grit rubbed against the back of his head.
He groaned and sat up. Styrofoam fell off his body in a great wave.
“What the?”
Several of the pellets had black eyes drawn on them.
They reminded Eddie of maggots.
He shook off the rest of the styrofoam.
Something wet dripped onto his hand.
Blood.
His entire hand was covered in blood.
He brought his hand to his head. He was bleeding.
His sight focused and he spotted bales.
Aluminum.
Cardboard.
The recycling plant.
He was still there.
The man in white must have hit him on the head…
He remembered Alma, the handcoil against her head.
He scrambled up but stumbled and f
