The Mughara
Shayla woke up with a splitting headache. Everything felt wrong. It was pitch dark. With no apparent source of light, her eyes did not adjust. She reached out in space with her arms, but felt nothing. She touched the communication band on her arm, but it didn’t respond to her. It was dead; nothing worked.
The place smelled strange. Her nostrils burned. The aroma was familiar, acerbic, scary, and her brain screamed at her. Danger. Shayla gulped hard, and felt her throat hurt. Acid. That’s what the sharp smell was. She stood still, stopped breathing, and strained to hear any noises, but there were none. Huddling where she was, she started mentally retracing her steps to figure out what happened. All she remembered was that she was thirsty and Alibaba gave her some water.
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