CHAPTER NINETEEN
One moment, Camel and I were struggling on the ground outside the Arena under the hot West Texas sun; the next, we found ourselves in an entirely new environment which looked unlike anywhere I’d been before.
It was some kind of raised platform, I think, glowing a sickening green color. Although it appeared to be made out of metal, it also felt soft like flesh. There were no lights on the ceiling; the only lighting came from the platform underneath us. It was enough, however, for me to see the test tubes filled with strange red liquid standing around us, as well as what might have been computer monitors displaying numbers and letters in a language I couldn’t read. It was also eerily silent; aside from my own breath, I heard no other sounds.
I heard a groan beneath me and
