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I came home a year ago.

I'll extend.

He was my best friend, the only one I could share everything with.

Now I have no one but you, strangers on the internet.

Sometimes it feels like I didn't return from that place either,

at least not as myself.

A part of me, perhaps my desire to live, stay behind.

I guess you could say I'm depressed.

It isn't until now I feel ready to tell anyone about what happened to us.

We went through something so infathomable that it's difficult for me to put it into words,

but I'll do my best.

Back when it happened, almost two years ago, my best friend and I were both studying

anthropology in France, and we were both avid cave explorers.

During summer break, we explored the most famous cave systems in France and studied at the

well-known cave paintings in Rio de Janeiro.

Most famous cave systems in France, and studied at the well-known cave paintings and remains

from the neolithic era we both lived for this sort was a no-brainer for both of us to spend

our summer break during the same kind of thing as we did at the university we had followed

established guidelines but the last week before we returned to our university town we decided

to explore raggedune search of caves that hadn't been discovered yet this was a bit irresponsible

since none of us were experienced enough for such an undertaking, but we were both thrill-seekers.

And even though we didn't believe we would find anything, the search itself was exciting

enough for us to keep going.

However we did find something, it was Alex who saw it first, he yelled at me from where

he was doing his business, he left her, come check this out, what is it you want me to

see you pee, I laughed at the thought of it, no man I think I found something, I got up

from the rock I was sitting on and walked over to him, so what did you find?

Look look at that boulder next to the cliff, do you see it?

I did see it, there was a small entrance behind it, no way I said but then I collected

myself so that I wouldn't get too excited, do you think it's possible I mean, do you

think it might lead to a larger cave I don't know, Alex said, there's only one way to

find out, right I guess I said, feeling my heart rate increase, it could be nothing, I

find it hard to believe that no one would have discovered a cave system in this area,

we aren't that far away from the main road, it's so small, Alex said, it's easy to imagine

it could have been missed, anyway, shut up and help me move this boulder, we had to use

all of our strength and some of our equipment to push it aside, we couched down and looked

inside the entrance, I expected it to be nothing more than a small resource, but it was

deep pillow Alex yelled into the hole and the cliff and the echo slowly faded away

somewhere far inside the bedrock, we debated what to do next, but the excitement in our

vases made it clear we had already decided the responsible thing to do would have been

to report our findings and let professionals map out the cave, but we weren't going

to just hand over a finding like this to someone else, instead we put on our gear we

called out way inside of the cave head, we've been just a tad bit bigger, we would never

have fit that was how small the opening was I didn't suffer from claustrophobia if I

did I wouldn't have been a cave explorer but I didn't enjoy small passages like this

the thought of getting stuck still made me cringe, I'd read enough horror stories about

cave explorers getting killed that way to do my best to avoid core spaces but in this case

I made an exception, Alex went in first and I followed close behind him, a few meters

in a cold wind reached us, were you feeling this? Alex said as he pushed his body through

the small cave, that's a cross breeze good I said with some relief in my voice, that

means there's an opening somewhere further ahead, the cold air coming from inside the

cave smelt fresh, it was exactly what we needed after having spent the entire day under

this cold and heat outside, a short while later however we began to freeze, I asked Alex

if he knew how it could be so cold, it seemed way too cold to be explained by the airflow

but he was as clueless as me, is it getting tighter or wider? I asked, I can't tell, I'm

not sure either, Alex said, we kept going, my body ached, in some places it was so narrow

that I thought I would have to break my ropes to get through, the cave went upward, forcing

us to climb and then it went down until it turned sharply and continued to the south, the

total absence of light except for our headlights felt suffocating, we came across a pitch,

a steep section that we had to use our ropes to get down, we had never tried cave diving

before and I felt really stupid doing it, now given how risky it was, a few more dangerous

squeezes followed, the dust in the ground kept getting into my mouth, I now I was exhausted,

I think we should turn back, I said, I'm getting too tired and frankly I'm starting to worry a

little bit, we've been here for more than an hour, perhaps we should try again tomorrow, don't

give up luster, Alex said, it will be extremely difficult to go back the way we came, there's nowhere

to turn around, our best shot is to keep going and try to find the other opening, I could hear fear

in his otherwise confident voice, something that scared me just as much as our predicament,

just moments later, Alex spoke again, there's an opening ahead, it leads to a larger room,

just a few more meters, I had to push Alex to press him through the opening and as soon as he was

a he pulled me out, the room was big enough for us to stand in, it was only eliminated by our

facelights and headlights, looking back at the hole we just came out of, it was clear that it was

too small for us to end, squeezing yourself out of a tiny hole is one thing, calling inside of it

another, realizing this, my heart almost stopped if the hole that let the cold air in was too small

as well, if there was such a hole at all, we would die in here, I pointed my flashlight to Alex's

face, his frosty, agitated, breath told me he was just as terrified as I was, slowly, we tried to

walls with our flashlight to our relief, there was a second opening big enough for us to enter before

I had time to cool down, something inside of the opening caught my eye, it was a skeleton,

covered in some dark clothes, the lower part of his body was still inside the hole,

meaning he or she must have tried to call out of it and got in stuck,

shit luster, Alex said, it's good news, I say it with a shaky voice, it means we're going to get out.

We sat down next to the remains, first to examine it, and then to move it so that we could

enter the small opening skull was lying face down but based in the colour of the bones we immediately

saw that this skeleton wasn't prehistoric, there was no soft tissue left but as far as

skeletons go it looked rather fresh, Alex reached for the skull and carefully picked it up and

held it in front of us, give me some light, he said I showed my flashlight in the face of the skull

it almost looked like it was smiling at us, a big horrific grin put it away, I said, wait,

Alex said, look at it. There's something, what? I asked in a whisper, can you see it? He asked

rhetorically, I was too stressed to see anything particular with it, it's surprisingly elongated,

he turned the skull around, the back of his head is massive and look at the top, not very globular,

you see, I began to see what he was talking about but my mind didn't grasp what he was trying to

tell me, so I said, he turned the skull around so that the face was stirring as again, look at

its facial structures, very pronounced, what are you trying to say, its eyebrows are heavy, look

luster, I know this is going to sound crazy but I think we are looking at the skull of a knee

that is crazy, I said, although I could clearly see the similarities from the skulls we had

been studying in class, look at the bones, it must have died at least within the century,

I know Alex said, and yet this is clearly the skull of a knee antithel, I mean, I know a knee

antithel DNA in humans can affect the shape of the skull but this is something else do you think

the environment in the cave could have helped preserve the bones this well, I don't know that

would be pretty crazy as well but I can't think of any explanation right now that wouldn't be

completely bonkers with a mixture of fear, confusion and excitement, we decided to carefully

move the remains away from the opening and leave the cave so that we could report our findings

to the university, this passage was larger and we could make our way through it with ease,

the worry disappeared from our voices as we crawled and the excitement over what we had found

took over, we did fear what the faculty would say about our amateurish expedition but surely

our discovery would compensate for our foolishness to some degree, we saw the light at the end of

the cave but strangely enough it was still cold, Alex got out first, something is wrong he said as I

exited the cave, I saw what he meant, there were patches of snow in the grass, this was in late

August and it had been one of the warmest summers in recent nemmy, dumbfounded we looked around trying

to figure out what was going on, in front of us there was a set of large boulders obscuring the view,

we slowly walked past them and entered the forest, it seemed thicker than before, how much time did

we spend in that cave, Alex said trying to make it sound like a joke although he was obviously

frightened, it winter or I mean it's early spring at least, I looked up at the sun, filled

a behind a cover of clouds, the sun is where it is supposed to be I said, whatever is going on

this is the same day, I reached for my phone, the time and date were as expected but there was no

reception or internet connection, we tried to walk around the cliffread come out of an attempt

to find our camp but on the other side there was nothing to be found, the disorientation I felt

trying to comprehend what was happening almost gave me a panic attack but there wasn't any time to

a gunshot echoed through the forest, two more followed, we decided to walk toward the sounds

and the hopes to find someone to talk to, however we moved slowly so that we would see them before

they saw us, we came to a small hill, sounds of voices came from the other side of it but we

couldn't hear what they were saying, we climbed up on the hill lay down on top of it and peaked down,

on the ground beneath us there was a large dead animal covered in dick fur, that's it, Alex began,

that's a mammoth I continued, a group of people holding rifles stood around the dead animal,

four of them were smoking as far as I could see, they were covered in black cloths similar to the one

we had found in the cave and they all had heads on them which made it difficult to see their faces,

they didn't speak any language we had ever heard before, it reminded us of the

coast and language but instead of the clicking sounds normal for those languages it sounded like

knocking sounds coming from the bottom of their throats, both Alex and I had the same impossible

thought that they belonged to the same species as the individual we had found in the cave,

one of them blew a whistle, it didn't make any sound that we could hear but a minute later,

four large animals came out of the woods, what are those? I whispered, they were as big as

grizzly bears but had wolf-like faces, some of them began barking, I think their dogs Alex said,

have you ever seen dogs like that before? I said, look around you lester, Alex paused as

I think of the best way to explain it to my frantic mind, don't you get it, I know it's

fucking insane but just consider what all of this is pointing to, those people are a human's man,

what are you on about? I said, trying to deny is conclusion to the bitter end or you really say,

they have a language and going by the way they're moving their hands parts of it or sign language,

Alex was way ahead of me already are you suggesting we have traveled back to the neolithic age?

no, no, they have guns, as you said this is the same day, it's just just not the same earth,

I don't think homo sapiens led them to extinction here, this is incredibly fascinating lester,

I can't believe it, it feels like I'm dreaming but you're seeing the same thing, right?

I mean I'm not lying in that cave slowly dying from carbon monoxide poisoning, am I, no I'm seeing

it too I said well look at them, they domesticated the dog but they bred them into something different

than we did, and look they didn't exterminate the megafauna, that points to a smaller population

like we always suspected, I still didn't know what to think but I began to entertain the idea,

it could explain the weather as well, I said while I watched how one of the presumednian

defaults petted one of the huge dogs a smaller population of hominids during 40-0 years would have

meant a much smaller amount of carbon dioxide in the atmosphere and something growled behind us

and then it bogged our blood run cold, I looked behind us one of the large hounds that found

us lester, Alex whispered as our eyes met, the beast charged at us, we had no choice but to run

down from the hill, right into the arms of the clut meant they gathered around us, pointing the

rifles at us, they were huge, much larger than a typical man, or rather than a human,

their knocking sounds coming from deep inside the throats were mixed in with deep sounds that

didn't resemble any line reject ever heard from what I could tell by the hand movements and

the agitation in the voices, they seemed just as distressed as Alex and either faces were shadowed

by their hoods but I could still see that they had the typical neanderthal facial structures

my thoughts, still having trouble accepting what was happening were in disarray, what will they do?

I heard myself ask, as soon as I opened my mouth, one of the neanderthals yelled something at us,

hey Lufska, we both interpreted it as something similar to hands up and fell on our knees and raised

our hands, it all depends on what happened to homo sapiens in this world, Alex whispered,

if they see our species as mortal enemies, we might be doomed but if we died up thousands of years ago,

they'll probably want to keep us alive, the man who had yelled at what looked like a mixture of

a cigarette and a cigar with a large match, I tried to assess their level of technology,

the rifles clearly made for hunting, didn't have scopes, only eye insights, my first thought was that

this indicated a lower technological level than the one we had at home but then I realised that

it might rather be a result of their larger eyes and areas of the brain-deverted division, maybe

they simply didn't need scopes because of their superior sight, they talked for some time,

and then one of them went away for a while and came back with some ropes that they used to tie

our hands behind our backs, they didn't intend on killing us, not right away anyway,

if the said anything about the fate of homo sapiens in this world wasn't clear though,

they let us away, it's in the abandoning the animal that they had just killed, maybe finding us

was more valuable to them, they've invented the combustion engine, Alex exclaimed,

he was right, a vehicle stood on a dirt road in front of us at her date wheels,

six at the back and two in the front, and resembles a diesel locomotive more than a truck,

it was completely black, just like the clothes, they opened the back doors and pushed us inside

the storage space, there was a smell of dead animals and gasoline, we were placed next to each

other on a bench attached to the wall, and two of the Neanderthals sat down in front of us,

looking at it as constantly, the only light came from two small windows in the back door,

the truck began to move, I wonder what they'll think about our cell phones,

Alex said, the Neanderthals each lit one of those bigs,

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they're smoking a lot, Alex whispered research shows that Neanderthal DNA may account for nicotine

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Alex smiled, but the fear in his eyes didn't go away, we couldn't see anything outside,

except that the sun was setting, but we felt the bumps in the road as the truck drove forward

to pretty high speed, after some time, the road became smooth, had we reached a highway,

it was hard to tell, we couldn't hear any other vehicles outside,

wherever we were going, it was far away, we didn't stop until three or four hours late,

it must have been in the middle of the night, but we didn't get to see the night sky,

when the back doors were opened, we stepped out inside a large garage,

there were a lot of black vehicles parked under the high ceilings, but none of them looked like

the one we have come with, these vehicles were smaller, like cars, all black, I guess that this place

wasn't where they usually went, the architecture was similar to Soviet era brutalism,

and was as devoid of colours as everything else in this place, after what we had already seen,

I wasn't surprised to discover that they had mastered electricity, however,

they didn't use fluorescent lights as a modern garage, but rather pretty dim still large,

lamps hiding from the ceiling again.

I came to think of their better vision, one of the hunters used a radio attached

to the dashboard of the truck, after half an hour or so, a small door opened,

the sound of it echoing through the garage-free people, a bit smaller,

walked out of it, the group that had captured us pushed us in our back,

so that we would strayed in our backs, this seemed to be important to them as they did

themselves as well, the new people didn't, where the same clothes as our capture

as they still covered their faces, not with hoodspot with thin black veils,

as they got closer to a cyclotel that they were women,

they looked at us obviously, fascinated one of them, picked up what looked like a walkie-talkie

and said something to it, without taking her as off as carefully how colleague reached out,

and knocked on my helmet that I was still wearing, we must have looked completely

alien to them in our colorful gear and equipment, although the women were smaller than

the men they was so much stronger than us one of them led them into another door,

perhaps for questioning and the other two holding what looked like electric,

but hunts took me and Alexander back to the door they had exited restept into an elevator,

unlike the elevators we were used to, this one was merely a platform,

my clothes great against the grey concrete walls of the shaft as we went up looking up,

I could tell the building was tall, one of the women controlled the elevator with a lever

rather than just pressing a button, it was all clunky and cumbersome,

but remarkably effective, they took us to a small room,

similar to an interrogation room, and had a sit down on two large chairs,

a commotion took place outside of the room, people were running back and forth,

talking to each other and into their radios, the scenario was nothing they had planned for,

different women ended the room from time to time, some of them tried to talk to us,

some just wanted to take a look, we sat in this room for iOS,

after that two male guards took us to yet another room,

it looked like a locker room that had been cleared up for our sick,

they seized our belongings, Alex took his helmet off and gave it to the woman who had knocked on it,

and then he carefully turned on the head let to show her how it worked,

they didn't seem too surprised by it, most likely, they had similar devices,

the colorful plastic interested them much more,

which had took us a sign that the technological level was maybe a hundred or fifty years behind

our plastic, Alex said with it being understood, they stripped off our clothes and pointed

a couple of showers in the middle of the room, we placed ourselves there,

and one of the guards turned in the water, it was too cool,

but overall they didn't seem to want to cause us any pain after the shower,

we were given a pair of yellow overalls to wear,

in the next room, this one looked like a classroom,

we were brought to the desk at the front,

a group of women wearing protective masks had put our smartphones in the desk,

Alex took his phone and unlocked it, this was the first time these people would see our level

of technology if they see this, he said to me, if they see how advanced we are compared to them,

they'll let us live, he tried to be as pedagogical as he could,

showing them the display as he pressed in the different apps,

of course there wasn't any internet connection,

so he couldn't show them anything online,

their eyes were transfixed on the colorful display,

the males, who didn't seem to be allowed to do anything else,

but Stangard peaked down at the display in wonder,

Alex smiled at the attention, almost as if he was proud, but I felt severely uneasy,

he opened his gallery, ensured them a video he had taken at a large climate change

protest he had attended in New York, the Neanderthals fascination turned into warrior

as they watched the skyscrapers and the hundreds of thousands of people marching down the streets,

after this one of the women looked at a suspiciously as she picked up a phone on the wall

and called someone, after some to the baratian two women with batons led us into the elevator

again this time we stopped at the last floor, maybe 200 meters above the surface,

they took us to a corridor with what looked like office doors to the side to my disappointment,

though in no windows a few other women stepped out of the offices and looked at us,

as we pass equally mesmerized as they were scared at the end of the hallway,

there was a door that led into a room of greater importance than the other rooms,

there were some tax next to the door,

I couldn't tell if the characters were phonetic or hologographic,

but at least they didn't look like hieroglyphs,

one of the women pressed a button in the middle of the door,

it didn't make any sound, but was probably some sort of doorbell,

while we waited for the door to open, a fiend alarm could be heard from somewhere nearby,

by probably outside, and one minute later the building began to shake a little,

I looked at Alex who looked back at me, but it didn't seem to phase the knee-and-to-tholes,

the door opened automatically, we were pushed inside the room, it was big just like everything else,

a black carpet, the skin of some animal covered the floor and a heavy desk stood in front of us,

it another woman was sitting unlike the others she didn't cover her face her hair was read

into her eyes were blue she wore something similar to a jumpsuit not black,

but light gray she inhaled, a smoke of her wooden pad rather than from one of the cigarettes,

and a chic's hailed eye could smell that she was smoking a mix of tobacco and marijuana behind her,

there was a large window but nothing but darkness could be seen outside,

there were no electric lights which meant we weren't in a city,

perhaps I thought they didn't even have cities,

the women who brought us here placed their batons at the fold of our knees,

giving us an electric shock so that we fell in front of the massive desk,

Alex yelled out in pain but didn't look as scared as I was,

my body trembled with fear, the woman sitting behind the desk got up from her chair and walked

over to us this poke over her head while we remained silent they wouldn't understand us anyway

they went home as Alex said which was valuable for them I don't want to be locked up in a

laboratory I said we will find a way Alex began but was interrupted by the woman who seemed

to be in charge, she gestured toward us in a way that made it clear she wanted us to stand up,

Alex got up but for some reason I couldn't move, one of the women grabbed my arm and more

all less lifted me up on my feet in one swift moment, their commander or whatever she was to

them said something, the context didn't allow us to figure out what it was other than maybe a

question, she led us to one of the walls between two bookshelves filled with what looked like

screw bound books, there was a world map, at first glance it didn't look like earth,

Alex took a hesitant step forward and when the woman didn't seem to mine I did too,

I don't get it I said way too stressed to think clearly, the woman said something to us again

but this time it sounded more like a command, she probably wanted to know where we came from,

Alex put his finger on the map, this is Africa he said, it wasn't until he said that I saw it,

the map had a completely different orientation, firstly it was a south up map meaning upside down

from our perspective, secondly it was a little bit off center putting central Europe right in the

middle, and thirdly the sizes of the land masses were displayed a bit differently, since we couldn't

explain where we came from Alex tried to give the woman the location of our species origin instead,

by the look of her face she didn't seem to believe us, still she let us study the map while

she studied us, look Alex said, there are no borders, they don't have countries I said, but what about

these, these pictograms, small black skulls displayed from the side were spread all over the map,

dotted circles of different sizes surrounded them, are they some kind of dead zones,

you're anthropomorphizing, I don't think they symbolize death here but rather themselves maybe

their cities or some kind of city states, and look there, he pointed at what would have been

rush in our world, this goals are red and while they're different you see, what does it mean

are you suggesting, I asked, Denisovans that makes sense if you think about it with a smaller

population than he and a false never drove the other hominid species to extinction, this is a real,

Alex's fascination overshadowed all of his fear, look there's a red line going alongside

the euro mountains and behind it, the Denisovans live way too Australia I said, but look here,

Alex said without listening to me, he placed his finger at Indonesia, this blue region, the skulls

there are different too, can you see it, homofluorciences I whispered, you bet, the black skulls,

the Neanderthals dominated Europe Africa and most of the new world, while the Denisovans

seen to rule Asians some parts of the west side of America together with a small area dominated

by homofluorciences, the ice caps were as expected, larger than in our world, but it didn't seem to

prevent the Neanderthals from living close to the North Pole, they even had cities in Greenland,

although their total amount of cities was smaller than the amount in most countries in our world,

the woman, watching us carefully while we inspected the map, took a puff of her pipe and blew the

smoke in our faces, then she returned to her desk and picked up what looked like a mouthpiece

and made a call with the device it was connected to, she spoke aggressively to the person at the

other end of the call, the alarm from outside that we had heard earlier, sounding like a mechanical

Swedish cowhorn, came back again, this time it sounded louder, probably because we stood so close

to a window, the woman didn't seem to care about it, but she raised her voice a little to compensate

for the noise, some electric lights turned on outside but they didn't reveal much, about a minute or

two later huge flames erupted a couple of hundred meters away and a few seconds later rumble reached

a rocket Alex exclaimed, we couldn't see the body of it in a darkness but the flame beneath

it indicated a launch, the question is I said is it headed for space of the Denisov ends,

after this meeting the burps of which we couldn't understand we were taken to a large

gave system beneath the tower structure, it soon became apparent to us that it was mine

combined with the subterranean prison camp, the conditions were to say the least hellish,

there were hundreds of cells carved out in the bedrock covered with prison bars,

some of them filled with four to five people, they were all wearing yellow overalls just like us

which made my heart sink to my stomach, Denisov ends Alex whispered, he was right, most of the prisoners

weren't knee-endophiles, they looked at us with what looked like confusion in their eyes as we

walked past the cells, it was dark, the only light coming from small lamps hanging from lines

in the ceiling and it smelled of burnt rubber, tobacco and excrement, prisoners walked in columns

while cloaked the and the tholmen whipped them from behind, ordering them to move forward,

they were all carrying shovels, pickaxes, hammers, chisels and pans,

do you think they are done with us now? I said, do you think this is whirling up?

they have seen the proof, they know about our world,

even they might try to reach it themselves and discard of us or they might need us to help

them with their mission, I don't know lester, they unlocked a cell that had a pretty good view

over the mine and pushed us inside, during the night all we could do was to listen to the echoes

of the pickaxes, the whips and the Dennis oven screams, poor beings, I said, I'm sure there's a

similar cave in Asia filled with knee-endophiles, Alex said, there's a certain balance here, you know,

what do you mean? I asked, everyone has their corner of the world, he said, the animals aren't

being systematically brought to extinction and the environment isn't being destroyed, it just

took a few home of sapiens escaping Africa to ruin all of it, we spread like a wildfire,

what happened to us here? I mean to our species, I don't know, Alex said, perhaps we never evolved,

we talked about this the entire night until a prison guard came by with some water and fruit,

the fruit resembled porridge and had no meat in it aside from a few larvae, it was utterly

disgusting, we lived like this for about three weeks unable to leave the cell, we had to do our

business in a bucket that was emptied once a week, it was as humiliating as it was repulsive,

I feared we would die from dysentery. Finally, one of the women from the tower,

accompanied by a group of armed prison guards, came down to us. She looked at us with

this may in her eyes although it was difficult to know exactly what emotions the knee-endophiles

were showing with their expressions, they let us outside the daylight, held our eyes even though

it was filtered through a thick mist, we stepped out on a large square beneath the tower, I looked

up and saw the structure completely black disappear into the fog above a group of knee-endophile men,

maybe 50 stood in formation in the middle of the square while a woman stood in front of them,

talking and gesturing these knee-endophiles dressed differently from the ones we had seen so far,

they had black metal helmets and were armed with rifles with somewhat shorter battles.

Soldiers, I thought. My god, Alex said as he pointed at the sky.

Out of the mist, accompanied by the deep sound of a horn being blown not far from us,

a huge eschip resembling a pitch-black sepulin descended. Some of the soldiers bred out and

grabbed the lines that were thrown down from the eschip and helped it land in the middle of the

square. The rest of the soldiers formed two lines next to the entrance of the ship,

and a commander placed herself in the middle, ready to welcome the people who had just arrived.

We were led forward until we stood behind the commander. It became clear the ship had arrived

because of us. Most likely it was a group of higher-ups that wanted to investigate us by

themselves. We looked on with anticipation as the doors opened. Another group of women exited

the ship dressed in red uniforms that looked a bit more decorated than the ones we had seen so far

and walked toward us. The commander in front of us saluted them by bowing as did the soldiers.

By reflex, I did the same thing, but Alex remained still. The new group examined us closely.

One of them stared Alex dumb while she grabbed his chin and turned his face left to right.

I was scared out of my mind. I couldn't imagine a way out of this.

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size of a bus, drove up to us from an arched opening at the other side of the square. We were forced

to enter it together with the women and five soldiers. This time, we could see out the windows.

They didn't drive us very far, just to another location on the site. The large, dark buildings,

including the tower, felt desolate and dismal. Further away, we could see another rocket being

moved to the launch pad. Looks like a V-minus 2, Alex whispered. Probably a missile. I wonder what

the payload is, I said. It's probably not made for mass destruction, Alex said. There aren't any

large populations here. Think about that for a second. They've probably never encountered an

army of more than 10,000 soldiers. Maybe not even that. They never had their battle of the sum.

Look at their weapons. They aren't automatic. I don't think they've ever had a reason to mask

1,000's upon thousands of enemy forces with machine guns. You know, the bus stopped on a metal

platform patrolled by one of the prison guards that descended into the ground. It took us to

an underground road, as brought as a highway that was illuminated by green lights in the ceiling.

The bus drove over a bridge. Tons of water flowed down from above on both sides.

The roar of a waterfall was deafening, and the mist rising from underneath engulfed the vehicle.

It's amazing how much they've built, Alex said. Using slaves you can accomplish anything,

I said sarcastically. The bus stopped on the other side of the bridge. At first I didn't understand

why, since we were still in the middle of the road. But then I noticed the small door to our

right side. One of the women got up and pointed at Alex. Confusion came upon his face.

A soldier stood up and grabbed his arm, saying something to him we couldn't understand.

Wait, where are you taking him? I asked him as if he took him off the bus.

Alex, Alex. It's okay, Alex yelled. They weren't harmless. We're too valuable.

He knew where I'm being held to find me. He was halfway out when he finished his sentence.

I put my hands in the windows I watched him end of the room with him. Alex, I yelled, and then I was

put to myself, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit. I did my best to memorize everything I saw,

and in what order I saw it so that I could find my way back to that door. Further down the road,

a group of Dennis oven slaves had to step aside to let the bus pass. The faces were covered with

soap and sweat. Ten minutes later, the bus entered a smaller road, blocked by a road being

barrier that opened after one of the soldiers stepped outside and pulled a lever. The road ahead

was a downwards spiral that led to what looked like the garage from earlier, except this one was

guarded by soldiers. Why had I been taken to such a secure location when Alex was taken to a small

anonymous room? I couldn't figure it out, but my gut told me it was a good sign. After going down a

few floors with an elevator, I was brought to what looked like a scientific facility. The walls

were white here, rather than a typical gray, at a lot of the personnel wore red protective masks.

They placed me in a small chamber, dressed me down completely, and washed my malnourished body

with a large hose. The cold water made my body shudder and numb. When they were done, they sat me

down on top of an examine in table in another room. My teeth chattered against each other.

I felt hopeless and began to cry. The last time I cried was when my girlfriend broke up with me

in seventh grade. The neon doth also cast a step back when they saw me ball my eyes out.

One of the researchers took a cotton swab and collected some of my tears. It checked all the basics,

my reflexes, my heart, my ears, my eyes, and embarrassingly enough, my genitals. Aside from

the last part, it wasn't much different from a checkup at the doctor's office. The offices

consulted with the researchers for a few minutes, and then I was taken to yet another room.

It was completely circular. It didn't have prison bars, just a large window made out of

enforced glass. But it was clearly a cell. It only contained a bunk bed and a big stool that I

soon figured out was a toilet. Luckily, I was able to flush it. As soon as I entered the room,

the door was locked behind me, I stepped up to the window. They were all standing on the other side

watching me. One of the officers lit a cigarette. All I was speaking in the sitting crackle to

life, a voice began speaking, I count on the sun you, I yelled of course, they knew that most

likely they were only test in the system I had studied the remains of the species for years,

always imagining them in a neolithic context as troubled at wielding spears now as they looked

down on my naked bodydressed in the fancy uniforms the tables had turned here I was the priest or

caveman reappearing from a long forgotten past. The food they gave me here was a little better

in the food we were given before. It was mostly vegetarian, although sometimes it contained

meat perhaps mammoth. But I didn't like it that much. It was, according to my standards,

undercooked. I was kept inside of this room for a long time, constantly monitored.

Every day followed the same routine first, they tested my physical durability and strength trying

to determine my limits, then they tested my cognition with different kinds of problems,

solving tests similar to standard IQ tests, and lastly they interrogated me with different

methods. The most successful way to communicate was by drawing. I wasn't a very skilled painter,

but I was still able to explain certain basic concepts. I did try to learn as much as I could

about their language during this time though. I was even given a lexicon, but it was extremely

difficult. I couldn't understand more than a few words, signs, and names. I had some success in

translating their numerical system. The main difference was that they didn't use a decimal system,

but the dual-simal system. Their objectives in communicating with me seemed to be to the technology

we had brought with us and where we came from. They always gave me our films both mine and Alex's,

and instructed me to explain. The batteries had died, which they seemed to understand,

but they didn't believe me when I claimed to be ignorant about how to charge them again.

I did, however, draw communication satellites orbiting a globe, and although that was beyond

the current level of technology, the idea didn't seem completely alien to them.

If anything, they seemed rather impressed by it, as if they had just begun to think about

such things themselves. As to my place of origin, I deliberately lied to keep them from blocking

the passage for me in case I would be able to estate later on. Interestingly enough,

they never resorted to torture. They appeared to care a lot about my health, even though I was

still losing weight at an alarming rate. One day, during one of the interrogations,

they showed me black and white photographs of fossils on one of them. There was a skull

it had belonged to an anatomically modern Homer sapiens, the interrogator put a world map on the

table and pointed to an area in East Africa. I nodded and inspected the region more closely than

I had done before to my surprise. I noticed a pair of large lakes, but still tiny on the map,

in the vicinity of what would have been Kenya in my world. I first I didn't think much of it,

but after I returned to my room later, I thought about them a great deal. They didn't belong there.

I couldn't be entirely sure, because I didn't have a perfect picture of a well map in my head,

but I became more or less convinced that those lakes weren't part of my world.

Perhaps, I thought they were the point of divergence. Maybe they were creators.

Something must have hit us in this world before we had time to leave Africa, I thought,

but after the ancestors of the Neanderthals did. I opened my eyes and said out loud,

my god, we were extinct after a month or two. I hadn't learned how the calendar worked,

so I'm not sure what unit of time they would have used the doors open in the middle of the night.

I could see the silhouettes of the researchers and offices on the other side of the window,

a red light lit them from behind, and the shadow of cigarette spoke rose to the ceiling,

a small dark figure entered the room, a lab-wise cane from the speakers. It wasn't speaking to me,

but to the figure that had just come inside my room, my heartbeat went into overdrive,

and I thought it was going to burst out of my chest. I hid under my covers.

As the figure stepped into the red light coming from the window, I saw that it was a girl.

Given how much smaller she was compared to the other woman and how you thought she looked,

it became clear to me that she was a teenager, not older than 16 years old.

It didn't take long for me to understand what was going on. There were productive ethics for

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and walked over to the window. You can't do this. I yelled, banging on the glass with both of my

hands. Get her out of here, please. It was hopeless. I tried-

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The girl hid away in a corner when she saw me, and I hid away at the other end of the room.

The speaker kept talking, and after a few minutes, the Neanderthal girl tried to purge me.

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compared my hereditary potential to their own, and decided to mix this species with mine to create

a superior being, perhaps to finally compete the Denisovans. You don't understand, I yelled.

It's a mistake, you're jimin yourself into oblivion. I didn't know how to explain it so that

they could understand. I kept running away from the girl as soon as she came close.

In the morning, when the lights toned on, I could see her more properly.

She was wearing thin fabrics, revealing her naked body underneath, and her hair was black.

She looked sire, but there were no tears in her big eyes. Her rapid breathing made it clear

to me that she was just as afraid as I was, if not more. They didn't feed me, nor the girl is

day. I began to cry for the second time in this place. They knew what they were doing,

no food or water, until realizing this, the futility of it all, I once more banged on the window.

She's a child god damn it. My voice echoed into nothingness. The knee-and-of-all commander

let cigarette. According to these people, I had to assume it didn't matter how young the girl was,

as long as she was fertile. I refused for three days. What the girl and I were dying of thirst?

Most likely, they wouldn't let me die, but I was pretty sure they would sacrifice her.

In the end, I couldn't let that happen. During the three days, I tried to communicate with the girl.

Of course, we didn't understand each other, but we did learn each other's names.

Her name was Dura. I cried for the third time during the act. I shut my eyes and tried to

imagine something, someone else, but of course, there wasn't any pleasure. All I felt was

anger toward my captors who silently watched us. On the fourth day, they came inside and got the

girl. I tried to tell her I was sorry, and although she didn't understand my words, I think she

understood. The next day, I was given a pretty substantial meal. This time, they even added fruits.

They looked alien to me, but I wasn't surprised by that. Most fruits I was used to had been

domesticated, cultivated from millennia, by humans. It was natural for another hominid species

to do it differently than us. There was a bitter taste to most of the fruits, but it was still an

improvement to what I had been given so far. Several months passed. I did my best to forget about

Dura constantly trying to convince myself that I didn't have a choice. The endless examinations

and interrogations continued. From time to time, new offices and researchers arrived to pick my mind.

I always complied. Occasionally, I tried to ask them about the whereabouts of Alex, but without

success. Each time they took me to the examination room, I tried to find weaknesses in their security.

I counted the guard and the doors and tried to come up with a plan to escape. But in my weakened

condition, and given their superior physical strength, I didn't have a chance. I slowly gave up

crying myself to sleep every night. But one of those nights, everything changed. I was awakened by

the sound of a gunshot. Someone screamed, and then there was another gunshot. Everything went

silent for a minute. I set up and tried to listen. Nothing. All I heard was my frozen breath.

Then the door to my room opened. A heavily cloaked and veiled figure appeared.

Who's there? I asked. The figure grabbed my arm. I tried to fight it off, but then I saw who it was.

It was Dura. She wanted me to come with her. Although I was confused about what was going on,

my instinct immediately told me to take this opportunity. I covered my body with a bedclose and

followed her down the corridor. She was wearing one of the soldier's guns. I had no idea how she

got her hands on it, but given the circumstances, it was clear to me that she had escaped somehow.

A researcher shot to death lay in a pool of blood on the floor. Dura was quick.

Although I could only see her eyes under her hood, I could tell she was determined and that her

life depended on her success in this attempt. As to why she had chosen to save me if that was what

she was doing, I had no idea. She had stolen some kind of card and opened door after door.

She stopped and signaled me to do the same. Around the corner, I could hear radio chatter.

Dura shot her eyes for a few seconds, then she loaded the rifle in a swift

immersion step to round the corner and pulled the trigger.

Shit, shit, shit, I whispered to myself as I followed Dura around the corner.

The guard was shot in the head right between the eyes and blocked the door to the elevator that

had brought me to this place. She picked up the rifle, checked if it was loaded, and gave it to me

without hesitation. It was heavy, but that might just have been because of my weakened condition.

As soon as Dura pulled the lever to the elevator and a alarm sounded and the red light filled the

corridor, her escape must have been reported now. Just before the platform descended, a group of

guards came running toward us. Luckily, this elevator had a roof which made it impossible for them

to shoot down at us from above. Dura reloaded her rifle again, and when we approached the bottom floor

at the garage, she sat down and pointed the rifle in front of her. She gestured toward me, seemingly

telling me to sit down behind her. I was too afraid or too frantic to use the rifle in my hand.

I just covered behind her. The alarm echoed through the garage.

Four guard waited for us a few meters away. Dura immediately shot one of them and ran to the right.

I followed. The other three guards yelled and began chasing us. They both fired upon us,

but missed, or perhaps more likely chose not to hit me because they wanted me alive.

I turned around and fired my rifle holding it to my belly, hitting one of the guard in the leg.

It was pure luck. I hadn't named it all. Dura stopped next to one of the cars,

shot the door handle with her rifle, and entered it. I sat down next to her. I could see more guards

exit the elevator. However, as Dura drove off, ramming the road barrier, the guards didn't try to

come after us. I hyperventilated as Dura sped up to almost 100 miles per hour. The engine rumbled

and roared like an angry beast. Dura stared to the side and half a second later, a group of

Dennis often slaves swished past us. They were walking in the middle of the road.

Next, I saw the door to the room where they had taken Alex. I yelled for Dura to stop,

pointing at the side of the tunnel. She looked at me, confused. We didn't have any time to stop.

I felt like I betrayed my friend, but I didn't have a choice. Most likely, I thought they had

taken him somewhere else by now anyway. We came upon a bridge from earlier. The sound of the

falling water drowned the sound of the raging engine of the car. Dura hit the brakes her.

I almost flew through the windshield. We spun out of control on the wet, slippery road,

and then, in an instant, came to a full stop. Dura stepped out on the road.

I didn't understand what was happening until I got out. The water of a performance such a thick

mist around us that it was difficult to breathe. And behind all that mist on the other side of the

bridge, I saw out. I barricade that had been set up to stop us. Dura stood in front of me,

her rifle over her shoulder, and stared at the shadows behind the mist. We couldn't go back

from where we had come. I had no idea how we would get out of the situation. Dura didn't share

my uncertainty. She turned around and walked toward me with assertive steps. I was confused,

scared, and ready to give up. But Dura still seemed to know exactly what she was doing. She grabbed

my hand, said something I couldn't understand, and dragged me to the ledge of the bridge.

Without hesitation, she climbed up on it. I looked around. The cars on the other end the bridge

started their engines. They knew what was going on, and so did I, even though I didn't want to

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We were surfaced inside of a warm underground pool. I climbed out of the water and helped her,

who couldn't swim with all of her thick clothes on shore, she's still at her rifle,

but I had lost my inner blue of violet light shone down on us from the ceiling.

I froze in my places. I looked around the room, reminiscent of a Turkish bath,

was filled with naked neanderthal women, they lay spread out on carve rocks or floated around

on the backs in the water, smoking lawn pipes. After a few seconds, I noticed that they didn't

care about us. They were high out of their minds from whatever they were smoking.

An open den, I said to myself in disbelief. Dura, now limping on her left leg, began walking.

One of the women grabbed her leg with a weak grip. Dura pointed her rifle at her and pulled

the trigger with no hesitation, but nothing happened. The ammunition must have been ruined under

the water. She turned the rifle around and hit the woman in the head with it. No one reacted.

There was a set of red clothes in the wall. Dura pointed at them. I put them on and covered my face.

It wouldn't fool anyone for long, but maybe it would buy me a few extra seconds.

We crept up a flight of stairs and entered an empty corridor. We turned the corner just to find

another empty corridor, and then we walked up another set of stairs and entered a third equally

empty corridor. It was amazed from time to time we passed a few civilians or workers who weren't

on duty. They didn't seem to know who we were. Probably I had been kept a secret to everyone except

a selected few. We stepped into a long hallway with armed guards at the other end.

Both walls had rows of hollowed up barred ocoves filled with dinosaurven prisoners,

all of the milling and whaling. From what I could tell, they had recently been captured and

their spirits went entirely broken yet. The guard shouted at us as soon as they saw us.

One of them picked up his radio from his belt and yelled something into it. We tried going back,

but stopped in our tracks as we heard more guards coming from that direction. Once again, we were

trapped. The guard, on the other end, were joined by a group of soldiers that began walking through

the hallway toward us. We didn't have anything to defend ourselves with. I was sure this was it

the end of our feudal attempt escaping. Dura too short to reach it ported at what looked like a

set of controls on the wall. At first I didn't react, not because it was difficult to understand,

but because I was too stressed to think. Dura shouted at me, I snapped out of my paralysis and grabbed

the biggest lever on the panel. But Dura kept trying to tell me something. I was doing it wrong

somehow. I had to stop looking at the panel and think, and almost impossible to ask.

Next to the lever there were sets of metal switches. Without thinking about what they could be,

I began flipping all of them in a frantic motion. Dura leaned her head against a wall and closed

her eyes. It was time to pull the lever. Although all of this happened in less than a minute, it felt

like an eternity. I thought the lever was stuck at first, but it was just that I was weaker than I

had ever been before. The soldiers had started running toward us now and even fired at me.

They probably didn't follow their orders, given that they had avoided firing at me before,

but rather acted out a fear of what I was doing. The bullets bounced off the walls next to my head.

I screamed, grabbed the lever with my other hand as well, and used my body weight to pull it down.

It worked. I had no idea what would happen, but I did not have to wait long to find out.

The cells, represented by the switches, opened up and the prisoners leached out and turned on

their tormentors. In the chaos that followed, Dura took me by my hand and slink passed everything.

In the middle of the hallway, close to the floor, there was a ventilation shaft. Dura grabbed a

rifle from a soldier being attacked by a Dennis oven and kicked open the shaft. We crawled inside.

The echo from the screens faded away as we went forward. The air flowing through it was ice cold.

After some time, we passed up a room where two researchers examined something on a large

round table. I stopped and looked down the event. Alex, the researchers looked up at me. Their

mouths were covered with surgical masks. My heart dropped to my feet. Alex's naked body was

strapped to the table, like a macabre version of the Vitruvian man. His head was missing. Dura

crawled in front of me, gestured to me to continue. I had no choice but to comply. My God, he's dead,

he's dead, he's dead. I whispered trying to hold my tears back. Maybe he had died by mistake,

or maybe they had chosen to examine his body while they focused on my mind. An illness came over me.

It depressed my panic. My best friend was dead. I heard his words like an echo inside my head as I

kept going. There's a certain bounce here, you know? We crawled, climbed, and jumped down to

different floors. My hands turned freezing cold from the metallic surface. Then meadowed, then numb

hard and pale. If I didn't get out of here soon, I would get frostbite. When we finally did get out,

we found ourselves inside of the mine. The slaves didn't do anything to stop us. In fact,

they acted as if they were afraid of us. I felt for them while we ran past them, trying to find

our way out to the surface. The misery knew no limits. There are only crimes belonging to the

wrong species, which apparently lay outside of the Neanderthal circle of empathy. I wondered what

life was like in the heart of the Denisovan civilization. The Neanderthal slave drivers, snapping

with their long black whips, luckily didn't seem to have been informed about us. We walked on a

narrow path. On our right, the miners were hacking away at the bedrock with their heavy pickaxes,

and on our left, a deep cliff revealed a dark cannon that must have been carved out by miners

for over a century or more. Slowly, our skin got covered in black ground. One breath felt like

smoking an entire pack of cigarettes. On the other end of the chasm, Aram's soldiers,

talking into their radios, shone light from flashlights in the face of everyone to see if it was us.

Dure kept going without any sign of giving up, but I couldn't tell if she knew where she was

going. All I could tell was that we kept walking upward. After some time of this constant walking,

she stopped. A deep rumbling nose followed, seemingly coming from the surface, and one second later

a few stalactites fell into the abyss from above. It was a rocket launch, I figured, meaning we

were finally close to the surface now. Dure remained still for a moment as if she were contemplating

in what direction to go next, and then she said something to me and went on. We came to a couple

of circular stairs. They were cramped and dark, but extending far up from the bottom. Slowly,

while I kind of hunched behind her, Dure ascended the stairs. Somewhere in the middle, we heard

some radio chatter a few meters further up. It felt like my house stopped. I held my breath. Dure

sat down and checked if her rifle was loaded, then she pointed it in front of her. The soldier

above us must have heard us, as well because he expected us when he came down. He pressed himself

against the wall like a sharder. He shot first, but only by a fraction of a second. The sound of the

guns was amplified in the staircase. I felt a sting of pain in my shoulder. I was hit. The soldier,

which is large-hand on his chest, fell down and I tapped my shoulder the bullet at gunmet

through it, pissing me strangely, the pain didn't bother me that much, but that was probably just

due to the cold in my shop for the second time since I arrived here, my eyes had to get used to

daylight after being exposed to nothing more than dimlights for a long long time. It looked like

we had deserted through an emergency exit that wasn't in much use. The tower lay maybe a mile away.

This was closer to the launching pad that was lofted. It had been evacuated right before the

latest launch, Ladsai, and splasting a dip and 80 sign could be heard from the tower. They were

in a state of red led all because of what it stayed to. It had its honey air with a thin air,

it was snow on top of the myelette to run. It wasn't summer anymore. A few meters away,

there was a parking lot. It was empty, except for a track the guard in the staircase,

massive ironed it. It was with the same type as the ones the hunters had used to apply, and inside it

made sense, we wouldn't have gotten far by for however the world loved right so we decided she

started the inn in just barely reaching down to the pedal she gave me the rifle. This was at the

only way that soldiers were already approaching the fire to us, but as soon as we reached

full speed there wasn't that much they could do, but what has race passed, then the last

truck almost fell off a balancing and the left side is still. It took a sharp dough next to the

tower. I burnt the rifle out of the window to my right and fired at a chapel of soldiers and

in front of us that was assembled. Blackfair was from the aid, but I didn't hit any of them.

We smashed right through the gates that led out of the side while the guards jumped away from

it. Thankfully no one seemed too eager to shoot a tilber which made our stayper lot use it,

then it otherwise would have been the three fast-followed. As suddenly this was the same road,

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hell-beard plane, would I be able to get back at last a lot of weight since I got here, and

were probably fit inside the opening by now, and though it was definite a small enough I wasn't

about to leave her in this hustle place, not after she helped me to stay, but while you were not

amazing to see it even in my prison condition stood in the road in front of us,

still ignored it, and kept driving right at it at full speed. She looked at it with determination

in her eyes. I was getting nervous. What are you doing? I said, turn left. I'd again to

point with my hand to try and make her understand. She didn't listen. I even tried to turn the steering

wheel, but she pushed me away with the forceful growl, and then only a second or less away from

hitting the rhino, she sharply steered to the left. I fell to the side. Dura had known exactly

what she was doing. They hind us, there was a log crash. I peeked out the window.

Our pursuers hadn't seen the rhino and smashed right into it. A fatal frontal collision.

The leading car was flying in the air, landing on its roof, and the others rolled over.

Dura's decision to sacrifice the rhino, now lying dead on the road, had hopefully bought us

the time we needed. Holy shit, I said, and relaxed a little for the first time since we escaped.

I put my hand on my shoulder. It had begun to hurt much more now. Dura took her eyes off the

road for a second. When she saw the pain in my face, she looked genuinely concerned. There was

a stillness on the road. The moon, a moon with no footsteps on its surface, could fainty be seen

against the blue sky, and the sun was soon about to set. It was dusk when I saw the hill. Stop.

I yelled and pointed at it. I tried to say a few words in her language to make her understand.

She seemed confused, but eventually stopped the truck. There was no time to lose. I

pointed at myself and then toward the hill. Then I grabbed her arm and made her follow me into

the deep forest. We plotted through the snow, almost drowning in it. It would be easy for the soldiers

to follow our tracks. I looked back at the road. Two black spots could be seen in the sky,

slowly growing larger. The airships. They were coming for us. I had to find the cave fast.

But after all this time, it was difficult to remember exactly where it was. Soon it would be

completely dark. We climbed the hill and went down to the other side. This was close.

15 minutes later I found it. There was no snow near it as if it had been melted

away due to the hotter air coming out of it. Dura understandably confused looked at the small

entrance. My arm ached and my entire body was shivering. If I didn't get back to my world soon,

I would die of hypothermia. To fit in the opening and especially the second opening inside,

we had to take off as much of our clothes as possible. I tried to communicate this adorate,

but I'm not sure how successful I was. I began taking off her heavy cloaks and gates as she

had used to blend in with the gods while I pointed at the entrance. She just stood there looking at

me with the saddest expression I've ever seen. Her cheeks were red from the cold and her large nose

runny. Her clouded breath was rapid revealing her fear. When one of the last garments fell off her

body, her eyes fell on her belly and as I looked down at it, I saw why. She was heavily pregnant

carrying her child. There was no way for her to enter the second entrance in that condition.

No, no, no, no, I was spurred as I began to cry. A million thoughts went through my head.

I needy ashyps were getting closer with every second. They hadn't seen us yet. It was imperative

that they didn't find or at least took special notice of the cave. I put doors closed back on her,

was no escape for her. She was going to get caught and I was too scared, too weak. This moment is

the one I'm the most ashamed of. She had gone through all of this trying to save the father of

her child and herself, even though and maybe because she was pregnant and I didn't have the guts

to stay at her side in this defining moment. I pointed to the right tears running down my cheeks

and told her to go in that direction and then I pointed at myself on the cave. After that, I tried

to make her understand that she couldn't tell the soldiers about it. I did this by using a few words

in her language that I had learned and by pointing at the cave and then making the hush sign with

my finger. There was no way for me to know if they understood what I meant. I could only hope

perhaps she thought she would meet up with me on the other side of the cliff. I don't know,

but after I yelled at her she did as I said and walked away. Luckily the lack of snow outside

the cave meant we didn't leave any prints for the soldiers to discover. The only thing I heard as

I called through the small passage was the echoes of my weeping. I've returned to the cave once

a month and I haven't been any signs of anyone coming out of it. I've put a large boulder in front

of the entrance that can't easily be moved from inside and I've leans some heavy sticks against it

to see if someone moves it. So far it seems like the Recepter Cave is secret. Dura by now,

if she survived, my child is one year old. Not a day has gone by without me thinking about them.

I regret my decision to return to my world without her. But during this year, I've been keeping

myself busy. On the table behind me right now, there are a few things that were very difficult to

get a hold of. A bunch of automatic rifles and semi-automatic pistols. Tons of ammo for them

grenades are rocket launcher and a lot more. I'm going back. This time I'll be ready.

I'm going to show them the true nature of Homo sapiens. They won't know what hit them. I'll give them

hell. And that is the end. Thank you for listening and I will see you in the next one.

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