Kay is walking next to
me.
She is tough, but as we
talk I can see bits of her personality come through. She even laughs when Nora makes a silly
joke.
I ask if her she really
thinks that it’ll be better outside of the city.
“Can’t be worse. We’re
all huddled up here, too many nooks and crannies for those things to hide
in. Out there, we can fortify a house,
maybe find a community.”
The other two, the men,
are walking ahead of us.
They freeze.
“Hey, why’d you…”
Kay doesn’t finish her
sentence.
We see the bridge, and
the small tunnel beyond.
The tunnel shouldn’t look
like a solid, black wall.
The tunnel shouldn’t be
filled with swirling, breathing shadows.
The tunnel is our way
out.
Whatever is in that
tunnel doesn’t want to let us out.
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