FORKA SAT IN THE PITCH DARKNESS, listening to the sound of falling rock and the high-pitched whine of the Mekan as it drilled over their heads. The people trapped in the facility had finally reached the breaking point. They refused to leave the tunnel, clawing and scraping frantically and futilely at the rock blocking the tunnels. They ran through the compound, trying in vain to find another way out, despite Sloan and Brad’s thorough search. Though they had found several other doors, they too were blocked with debris that had fallen long ago.
As he sat there waiting for the end, Forka wished he could see No Name’s foal one last time.