Day 005: Midnight Musings
Summary: The night after being captured, Morgan takes stock.
Date: 6 May 2016
Related: Weather to Take the High Road or the Low

5 Nights After Landing — Prisoner Hold, Coesbur, Trikru

The others are sleeping but I can't. Too much has happened in too short a period of time and I need to process it. Which is a fancy way of saying my mind is going a mile a minute. Not to mention that my chest hurts like hell. I've never been shot with with an arrow before and I never want to be again. I was ready to do the smart thing and run the fuck away but Devin had to play hero. Idiot. Or maybe he was just berserk. Doesn't really matter, I couldn't leave him to die. Then they decide to take him prisoner instead and we end up in this hut.

Damn, this hurts. If the… what do I call them? Natives? Earthers? If they have any painkillers, they didn't give us any. I don't know what's in that paste they used on me or what those plants are they used on Quinn. And I need to. They know how to survive down here. If there's any chance of us surviving being dropped onto this planet, we need to know what they know.

Just how the hell did they survive? This was supposed to be a radioactive wasteland that would be deadly for another two centuries. Obviously, it's not. Did the Council know? Probably, the bastards. It would explain why they sent us down here without geiger counters. They knew we wouldn't need them. But if we all die, they learn there are other dangers and they don't need to risk any of their loyal guards. I wish I had gotten at least one of the Council before they caught me.

There's still a guard outside the entrance. So much for maybe sneaking away in the middle of the night. Not that Quinn could make it even if we tried. I don't think we should try, anyway. We need to learn what they know and the only way to do that is if we talk to them. Exchange information, knowledge. Make friends with them. If we don't, we're going to die. The damned planet will kill us one at a time. Or three at a time.

I don't know how many natives there are here but there's got to be more of them than there are of us. We can't have run into the only group still living or the only ones who are territorial and ready to kill trespassers. It's safest to assume everyone still alive down here is just like them. Barbaric and savage. Despite that, we need them. More than they need us.

Enough. Stop thinking. I need to get to sleep. Ignore the pain. Just breathe.

This sucks.

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