I slowly knelt down beside it. Myla hung back, clearly traumatized by the idea of a corpse. Don't ask me why I wasn't traumatized. I've always felt a little not-normal…OK, maybe a lot not-normal. Jobe and I could see its facial features better in the fading orange glow. It had no discernible mouth and barely discernible eyes. Just two black pits the size of grapes. Ugh...yuck. The thought of food made my stomach lurch with the fresh corpse lying right there. I had to turn away. "You all right, Skye?" Kane asked. Jobe clasped my hand and gave me a concerned look. I yanked my wrist angrily out of reach. "I don't need any special treatment. We need to start thinking. We need to get out of here." Jobe looked at me strangely. "What are you talking about?" I pointed at the bracelet around the thing's left wrist. A sinewy, thin sliver of wire hugged around it. I couldn't prove it, but it just shouted 'KEY' at me. "I think that's our ticket out of this hellhole." Everyone looked at me like I'd gone crazy.
