"Always remember now kid, it's not about where you go or if go or not. It's about how you go. Understand?"
"Where are we going now?"
If only the young one could understand. Trapped behind hard, warm wood, looking desperately around for answers.
"You'll see, don't worry..."
Their sets beeped on and off, distorted voices echoing through the corridor. He shouldn't have brought the kid. What was he thinking? Jesus...
Turning back, he shoved the kid under the bed.
"Whatever happens, keep very quiet, you hear? Be a good boy now, once it's all over, we'll get out and get away from here."
The boy nodded his ead earnestly.
He waved the boy deeper under the bed.
He walked closer to the door. By then, the gas had almost completely fogged the room. He turned the handle, the door made a soft click...
Then, he waited.......
It's the good ones that find themselves here, sand and shingles, walls and undead silence.
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