[SEQUEL TO THE HOLLOW]
Darryl continued the journey that he and Zak started. He encounters many things along the way, good and bad, but manages to make his way through it all. Can Darryl make it home safely?
But there's something more to this all. A...
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Darryl never had the time to dwell on what Zak had said to him before he, uh... yeah.
The words 'I love you' rang through Darryl's mind repeatedly with each step taken in that long, dark hallway. Darryl didn't know what Zak had meant by that.
He felt like he took it for granted, his time with Zak. He felt like it was all his fault, in some way. He wanted to head south. They could've just stayed up north and they would've been just fine. He just had that thought nagging him, getting him on his last nerves. He thought, since he'd killed Simon and John, what if... what if he killed Zak? Maybe he'd pissed off the wrong person or something.
Darryl had no idea who actually shot Zak, but he intended on finding out. And killing-- nope. This whole journey was changing Darryl. He started to think about killing people, just like this. His mind was reshaped by the constant danger and harm. He adapted. He adapted so he could survive. But why didn't he feel good about it? Why did he have to feel the opposite?
"We're here." That snapped Darryl out of his petty thoughts. At least he thought they were petty. They were quite important.
The three of them were at a door. It was a metal door. What was the point of all of this? Couldn't they just have told him? What's so secretive about them, whoever they were?
The first guard passed the oil lantern to his offhand and turned the handle of the door before pushing it open. He held the door open and gestured to let Darryl and guard number two know they can enter the unlit room. So, they did.
Once the three opened the door, the first guard closed and locked the door behind them. The room smelled like a tornado shelter; the average damp, underground smell. Guard numero uno placed the lantern on a table that was in the middle of the room.
He sat down in one of the three chairs. "Sit." It was not a request. Darryl sat without complaint. The other guard sat down as well.
"So, you really don't know who they are?" Guard number two asked.
"Are you talking about the cannibals?" Darryl guessed.
"Cannibals? Wh- no," guard one chuckled briefly, but with the next sentence, his face turned dark, "no, they're way worse than them."
