Art and I walked in silence for a long time after my lapse of emotion. I showed no sign of wanting to converse, and, therefore he made no efforts to. As dusk set in, I could tell he was becoming anxious: in this place, your shadow is your enemy, and nothing is your friend.
"Hey, Art. Sorry man. You're right if we're going to survive, we've got to be a team." I can feel tears comin gon again, but I supress them. I need him to trusyt me, and, I need myself to trust him. "Her name is.... was Grace. She had the wildest, sexiest brown eyes, her hair hung down to her upper back, wavy and beautiful. She had an amazing body, fit, but not overly muscular. And, oh, don't get me started on her legs. I'll say this, models cant look taht good in cargo shorts." I laugh, remebering her, the way she stood, the way she felt, the way she smelled.
"Jake, you just described the girl of my dreams. I mean, you're one lucky so of a bitch." He says, a smile broad, and I can almost imagine us sitting in a bar, drinking beer and futiley attempting to pick up some ladies.
"I was lucky, was." I say, my smile fading.
"Good things never last, not here anyway."He says, plopping down on a log to set up camp. "So how do the nights work here in hell?"
"Well, we don't make a fire, hardly sleep, and are constantly being hunted, so, all in all, pretty shitty."
"And, should I get a weapon?"
"We'll find you one, don't worry, you're in good hands.
"I hope you're right."
"Trust me."
"Okay."
He should never have believed it would be safe, not in this place.
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Legacy
AdventureThe sun's bright, normal, but not real. It never is. For all I know, on the Outside, its midnight. Things are always this way, fake. They're physical, but holographic, only materialized pictures. And that's what I have dealt with for three years, wh...
