Chapter Fifty-Eight

Aron opened his eyes to find that it was not Moira or Kai or any other person he knew that had come to save him. Instead, it was the raven. Or rather ravens.

Apart from the raven that was currently sitting on his shoulder, there were two more perched up on the remains of the armored truck's roof. And behind them, was a giant machine that Aron had a distinct feeling was for shoveling large amounts of dirt.

"What…?" Daze, he went to touch the raven but it flitted out of range and flew up to its brethren on the roof. It cawed at him, almost as if it was saying that time was of the essence, chop chop!

Aron got to his feet and reached up to the rip in the ceiling to see how high it was. It was too high for him to climb out directly, but he still had that plastic tie and he used that to hook onto a bit of broken metal and lever himself up.