Dinner | The Black Phone

Finney was different.

At least, that's what he said. To be frank, Finney wouldn't usually be inclined to believe Albert- or Al, as he had begun to insist upon- about anything. But as far as he's aware, he is right. After all, he's still alive. Albert had killed the others shortly after their captures. A few days, a week at most between the day he'd grabbed them and the day he'd gutted them. But here Finney was, nearly six months later, still trapped in that shithole.