I lay still upon the ground, hearing the voices and footsteps approach me. Feeling my helmet removed and my locks of soft brown hair tumble out over my shoulders, eyes narrowing as my head was turned. My lips remained firmly closed, not making any response to respond to his question.
Gripping my teeth as i am lifted, the broken bones in my leg grating painfully together as i am carried and placed upon the truck - unable to prevent the cry of pain that escaped from my lips. Noting the hand moving to the zip of my jump-suit, i slap at it, not wishing their hands anywhere near me.
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