Chapter 2 ⁓ His Solemn Farewell

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Kenneth? Dying in a place like this?

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Kenneth? Dying in a place like this?

Kane can hear the familiar voice buzzing in his ear like an annoying bee. He must be losing it with all the blood loss, making his sticky back warm and wet, because he swears he can hear an irritating laugh fill his head, taunting him to live.

There's no way Kane is going to die here. He'll drag himself outside on his hands and knees if it comes down to it. He forces himself to sit up, groaning as the pain flashes through him like wildfire, setting his entire body ablaze. He won't be standing on his own anytime soon.

Kane's gaze whips around the cavern. "Milton!"

He yanks a sharp piece of bone that had managed to sneak under his jacket, sinking deep into his hip, and tugs another thicker piece that had pierced through his jeans and into his thigh.

Kane's had worse. He'll make it — that's what he tells himself anyway. "Milton, you useless prick. Get out here!"

He unhooks and shines his flashlight around desperately, fearing the darkness is his only companion.

Kane comes close to simply passing out from shock right then and there at the sudden form racing at him from the darkness.

It's Milton, an angel rising from the shadows, bones crunching beneath his boots. "We need to go now." He comes to Kane's side, eyes blown wide with a kind of bone-chilling fear the man rarely shows.

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