How long had it been? A few hours? Days? Weeks? Carson wasn’t sure, but he knew for damn sure that when he opened his eyes, he wouldn’t like what he would see. He wasn’t disappointed. A short shout of alarm escaped his mouth as he desperately pushed himself across whatever the ground was, away from the…thing. But even in his fear, he couldn’t help by categorise it in his mind. It also hovered about two meters off the ground, with no jets, fans or other means of suspension. A thin, high-pitched whir filled the air. No…it angled itself slightly to the right. Carson turned. Carson’s eyes bulged.