INTO OBLIVION

Chapter 4: The Different Wall

  We had made an intense and slim escape from the blood land, and to think if the hole had not appeared in sight, our heads would have been detached from our bodies. We had a very daring challenge against the unknown, we had somehow insulted it. Going back was not an option, but there were the three of us now, the more the merrier. The Capallara's tribe leader had a big broadened frown on his face, he had a face of a guilty man, he was very regretful to abandon his people, he was in such shame, he wanted to die with honor among his own. Megan was not looking good either, she was vomiting as the metallic smell flourished the place. By the minute, hope was being lost and I could even see Megan hold back her tears. The leader was was looking very deformed but had the positive attitude, I did not know where we should go next, everywhere looked the same. Even though I may not have been that positive, the feeling of curiosity in me was high in charts. I still had a bit determination to find a way out of this hell hole. The walls were all deformed, bone fragments with the exception of blood was neatly pasted on top of one another. The leader of the far- extinct tribe mourned to the wall saying all these skulls were all his lost ancestors, that they had pasted them on the wall for respect and pride. That fact had all my attention, it was interesting to even think of the possibility of this, the Capallara's must have had a lot of ancestors as skulls were the only seen thing on the wall from the start till now. Megan was not interested, she was stretching herself on top of the wall to see any sign of an exit, but it was just a bundle of walls that had filled her sight, this broke her, she was crying heavily and was starting to feel sick, I looked at her with sympathy. 

- 1 hour had passed-

 I started to notice that Megan's claustrophobic instinct had been acting up, she was screaming and growling about the walls closing in on her, we told her to keep it down as the unknown would spot us. As we were trying to calm her down, I leapt in my gab to give her food hoping to cure her, our food was over, we had fed it to the tribe earlier on. My hope was rushing out of me until I saw a wall in front of us. It was not an ordinary wall. It had a door in it with a key on the lock, we three stopped and looked in astonishment, we had rushed and opened it. It was a room, dark and had contained webs, bugs and insects that had taken over with the exception of black big rats, but that was not our main concern, in the middle of the room, a white paper, more of an ancient scroll had been kept in a glass container on one of those greekish stalls. It was too good to even be true.