I tap the wall and turn around. "Hey Xot! Look what I found! The edge! Real impressive man, real good." I draw my revolver and empty all six bullets into it. They don't even leave a mark. I blur into a flurry of lightning covered fists and blades as I attack the wall with everything I have, small pieces crumble off and I force a hole wide enough for me to pull myself through. There's an emptiness. Not even space rivals it, for there are no stars in the distance, there is simply the blurring infinite screaming though my mind. There's another wall inches away. I begin to attack that too, screaming as the void runs through my body. A hand reaches easily through the other wall and pulls me back with it, I collapse onto verdant grass and pull off my gas mask, inhaling heavily and crying. I retch and hurl. I look up at the one who rescued me, before I can make out anything other than a silhouette something hits me in the head and I fall unconscious.
