That smile isn't real. She has too many memories of real ones - made by muzzles instead of human mouths, yes, but smiles nonetheless - to be fooled any longer.
"What if it couldn't find us?"
She surprises herself with that one, and winces at the subsequent twinge of pain across her skull. Still, she's not about to stop. "Greg, what if we could leave?"
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"What if it couldn't find us?"
She surprises herself with that one, and winces at the subsequent twinge of pain across her skull. Still, she's not about to stop. "Greg, what if we could leave?"