Monster (Present Day)
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MONSTER COUGHED, HIS lungs filled with dust, and let out a groan.
What the hell had happened?
He tried to move, and became aware of a huge weight pressing down upon his back. Pieces of brick jabbed him in the spine, legs, and buttocks, hard and immobile. A white dust clouded his vision. It clung to his eyelashes and covered his skin, and when he choked and coughed, he could feel it coat his tongue and grate the back of his throat.
Where was Tudor? They’d been walking through the property together, discussing the recent issues of certain adversaries they were facing, when the explosion had happened, and then he’d woken up beneath the fallout. The other man couldn’t be far.
“Tudor?” he tried to call out, though his voice was as dusty as his surroundings.
