Chapter Fourteen

His mouth was so dry that it felt like he’d swallowed a cup full of sand. He needed water, but there was no one in sight to ask for it.  He questioned if they’d give it to him anyway.  Since he’d been captured, the treatment that Rex had received was harsher than anything he’d experienced.  The flesh on the goose egg that the blow to his head had caused was broken, yet he’d been given no medical care for it.  He was so worried about infection that he’d used most of the water that his captors had provided to wash it out; leaving very little to quench his thirst with.

His head finally felt clearer.  For quite a while, his world was nothing more than a dizzy blur.  Now, at least, he was able to decipher that he was being transported east toward a community of aliens to be sold or traded for staples that the Amazon camp was in need of.

He’d tried to telepathically reach first Arthur and then Olga, but