Book 5: Is That a Unicorn?

Eli

A searing pain cuts through my head. I’m aware of it before I even attempt to open my eyes. Every time I move, the bite deepens until I think I might vomit, but then, if the taste in my mouth is any indication, I already have.

My thoughts are fuzzy as I try to piece together what’s happened. All I can remember is pain and darkness, and when I begin to open my eyes, it’s still dark.

It’s pitch black.

Fear has me sucking in a deep breath as I contemplate the possibility that I’ve actually been buried alive. I can tell that I’m in a restricted place, even though my hands and legs are still bound, and as I am jostled again, my face hits something hard.

It’s then that I realize that I can’t have been buried alive because I'm in some sort of vehicle. It’s the only explanation for the jarring movement I feel. If I were in the ground, the only way I could be moved around like this is if we were in the middle of an earthquake, and we don’t g