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Don’t I know it. My vision is spinning as I straighten up and my stomach lurches. I vomit, desperately gasping for air that doesn’t seem to exist anymore. “Fuck,” I growl when my empty stomach settles. “We need to get out of here. Come on,” I say, tugging on Nicolai’ hand.
“There’s nowhere to go,” he says, looking despondent. “The CO2—”
“Ceeee Ooooh Twooo,” I singsong, fighting the urge to giggle. “Orange door. Now. Orange, you know? Like the fruit? Come on, even Russians must know what oranges are. Doooooor. Go.” I weakly push at his shoulder, directing him toward the cellblock door.
The lizardman is wheezing but looks up at me when I stagger closer. I point to the door, indicate walking, then turn to the other captives. To my relief, some follow Nikolai out into the hallway on their own. Some need a firm argument in the form of a kick into various parts of their bodies before they get up.
The panda bear whimpers when I get closer. It looks a little dazed but not near fainting like the rest. I grab a handful of bamboo sticks before backpedaling out of the cell. “Come here, sweetie. Come. Pss pss pss. Huh, no, that’s a cat. How do you call on a panda, anyway?”
The big bear wobbles out of the cell, following the stick I’m waving in front of it. Alright, so far so good. Now, for the unconscious ones.
The two yellow monkey-like creatures are only half conscious, but I manage to rouse them by stepping on one of their tails. Well, that part was an accident since I tripped over my own feet, but it worked. They give me a faint screech and lots of glares, but follow the rest of the creatures outside.
“Astra? I can hear you cursing. Are you near the door already?”
Tareq is a sweetheart, I decide. Looks like a badass, but is pure cotton candy on the inside. Mmm, cotton candy. Do aliens have cotton candy?
“No, still in the cells,” I reply, not wanting him to worry. “Stepping on monkey tails. Not on purpose. I like monkeys. Even when they’re all alien and yellow.”
“Astra, focus, please. You need to get to the escape pod before it’s too late. I’m really proud of you for wanting to save everyone, but please, hurry.”
He’s proud of me. I like that. No one has ever been proud of me, I think. “Almost done here. Just two more.” One of the unconscious aliens is freakishly tall with limbs so thin they look like they’d break if he put any weight on them. With an oddly round head, he looks like a stickman come alive. Despite his slender frame, he’s heavy as hell. I try hauling him out of the cell but barely manage to drag him a foot or two.
I don’t even realize the lizardman has been following me around the whole time until he pushes me aside and hauls the stickman over his shoulder. “Oh,” I manage to say, rubbing my throbbing forehead, “okay. Can you take that one too?” I ask, pointing at the other unconscious alien, a round female no more than four feet tall.
The lizardman grunts, then places the smaller female on his other shoulder.
We head toward the door, both staggering from the lack of air. There’s a weird coiled lump in one of the cells and when I stumble closer to investigate, I realize it’s a snake. A big snake.
Before I can even ask, my good buddy Lizardman, as he shall forevermore be known as, grabs the snake’s tail, dragging it behind him as he continues walking. I’m a bit envious because despite carrying three aliens, Lizardman’s steps are still much steadier than mine.
The air in the hallway isn’t much better. It stinks a little less, but it’s still hot and unsatisfying. Even when I take a deep breath, it still feels like I haven’t breathed in anything. Darkness dances in the corners of my vision and doesn’t disappear, no matter how hard I blink. That can’t be good.
“Which way is the orange door?” I rasp into the communicator, hoping Tareq hasn’t given up on me yet.
“Right, then left. It’s just behind a corner. You can do this, Astra. You’re one of the strongest people I’ve ever met. Please, don’t give up.”
I want nothing more than to lie down and sleep. Nothing except to be with Tareq. So, I’m not giving up.
We travel as a group. A very ragtag group of two dozen different aliens, all barely conscious. Nikolai is leaning against the eight-legged wolf. One of the monkeys is carrying the other. Lizardman brings up the rear, nudging anyone who stops moving with a not-so-gentle kick of his clawed foot.
Tareq is right. The orange door is just behind the corner, not more than a hundred feet away. In our state, it feels like a million light years.
We make it, somehow. The orange door opens to a room with lots of seats lining the walls. But even as I herd everyone inside, I’m fighting off my disappointment. The air here is just as bad as anywhere else.
“Make sure the door is shut, Astra,” Tareq instructs.
I’m too weak to do so, but at my gesture, Nikolai and Lizardman close the door. “Done.”
“Great, now find a big orange button. You’re doing great, Astra. This is the last step, I promise. Just press the button.”
With a groan, I stumble over to the shining wall panel. “There’s like a bazillion bazillions of buttons,” I whimper. It doesn’t help that I’m seeing the panel twice, which makes it two bazillion bazillions of buttons.
“It’s an emergency button. It will be huge and easily visible. Somewhere near the door. Focus, Astra, you’re almost there. You’ll be fine, my fierce mate, I promise. A big orange button. You can do this and then I’ll lick your pussy all night long.”
I blush, glad that no one else can understand him. It appears my hot alien boyfriend likes to talk dirty, it seems. I love it. I’d also like to have my pussy licked all night long, so I fight against the darkness threatening to take over my vision. Each time I blink, darkness steeps into me a little more until I can barely see anything. I do see the button, though. By the door, miles away.
I head over and trip over something. Perhaps it was someone’s leg, perhaps it was nothing. Solid CO2, maybe. My head smashes into a wall and an alarm sounds.
