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"Drink!" He shouts it...no, he roars it. It is beyond a shout.
"Ok, ok. I will drink." It's not like I will get out of here alive anyway. I think to myself with dark humor.
Downing the water in the canister, I grimace at the bitter taste. Well water, and not too fresh.
I wonder...I drank the bottled water earlier, and that was when I started seeing the fog. I wonder if the water was bottled locally. And if so, I wonder what the well water will do. Because if the bottled water is causing the hallucination of the fog...
Mentally shrugging, I settle down for a long talk with bite-boy. Yeah. Long talk. More like long silence.
"Who are you?" I ask.
Silence. Or rather, babble...it is the same as silence, really. Being from the city, you are used to all sorts of babble. It all becomes a sort of silence...and that is what this is.
"What happened here?"
Babble/silence.
Ok. So this isn't working. The only time I got a reaction was with the pictures, though I didn't particularly feel like being attacked. Yet...
Looking at the bite wounds all over the bite-boy, there was a strange fascination with them that wasn't there earlier, if I was being honest with myself.
But, when have I *ever* been honest with myself?
I moved to stand and bite-boy's gaze sharpened on me.
I stood and walked closer to his picture stash, and he began to growl. I growled back.
What. The. Hell?
That was strange.
Brushing it off, I bent to pick up a picture, and I saw bite-boy jerk to fly at me again, but I met him half-way.
Ripping and tearing at eat other with our mouths.
I fling him away and back toward the wall, wiping his blood off with my hand. He crouched down, staring and growling at me.
(to be continued…)
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