Mullock II

Janks and Gibson stepped onto the carved rune, their nerves electric with anticipation. As soon as they made contact with the glowing symbol, they were enveloped in a bright blue light. When it faded, they found themselves standing in a vast, dimly lit space.

At first, Janks and Gibson couldn't quite make out their surroundings. The place was incredibly dark, and the only light came from glowing green lamps that were scattered throughout the area. As their eyes adjusted to the low light, they realized that they were standing in a sea of garbage and junk. Piles of broken appliances, discarded furniture, and other debris stretched out in every direction as far as the eye could see.

They could see people moving about in the distance, each carrying a bunch of glowing green insects. The insects provided a faint, steady light that allowed people to see their way through the darkness.

Janks and Gibson looked at each other, unsure of what to do. They had no idea where they were or how they were going to get out. All they could do was follow the crowds and hope that they would find some kind of exit.

As they made their way through the garbage, they couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by the smell and the clutter. It was a strange and unsettling place, unlike anything they had ever experienced before. They just hoped that they would find a way out soon.

"What is this place?" Gibson asked, his voice echoing off the walls.

Janks, looked around with wide, scared eyes. He clutched onto Gibson's hand tightly, seeming to sense that something was very wrong.

Janks and Gibson followed the crowds through the garbage, their footsteps crunching on the debris beneath their feet. Janks was cradled in Gibson's arms, wide-eyed and taking in the strange surroundings.

Gibson called out to the people around them, hoping to find someone who could help them. "Hello? Can anyone hear me? We're lost and we don't know how to get out of here."

But no one responded. The people around them just shuffled past, their faces blank and lifeless. It was as if they were in a trance, completely unaware of their surroundings.

Gibson looked down at Janks, concern etched on his face. "What's going on here? Why won't anyone talk to us?"

As they kept walking, Gibson couldn't shake the feeling that they were being watched. Every rustle of trash and every creaking sound seemed to set his nerves on edge. All they could do was keep moving and hope that they would eventually find a way out.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity of wading through the garbage, they caught sight of a faint light in the distance. They stumbled towards it, their relief growing as it grew brighter and brighter.

At last, Janks and Gibson emerged from the sea of garbage and found themselves standing in front of a glowing light. It looked like a portal, a doorway to another place.

As they approached the light, they saw people entering it and disappearing. It was the same way that Janks and Gibson had been transported to this strange place.

Gibson hesitated, unsure of what to do. He didn't know where this portal would take them, and he wasn't sure if it was safe. But he knew that they couldn't stay in the underground garbage dump forever. They had to find a way out.

He took a deep breath and stepped into the light, holding Janks tightly in his arms. The world around them seemed to swirl and spin, and then everything went black.

When they opened their eyes, they were standing in a white room, with nothing but a metal door in front of them. There was no handle, no way to open it. They were trapped, with no way out.

Gibson looked down at Janks, who was staring up at him with wide, curious eyes. He knew that they had to find a way out of this place, but he had no idea how. All they could do was keep moving and hope that they would eventually find a way out.

"Is anyone there?" he called out, his voice echoing off

Gibson knocked on the metal door, hoping that someone on the other side would hear them and let them out. "Is anyone there?" he called out, his voice echoing off the walls.

But there was no response. He waited a few more moments, then tried pushing the door open. It didn't budge.

Frustrated, Gibson kicked the door as hard as he could. It didn't budge. He kicked it again and again, but still it wouldn't open.

Janks watched nervously as Gibson grew more and more agitated. He had never seen Gibson so worked up before.

Just as Gibson was about to try one more time, the door suddenly swung open. Gibson stumbled and almost fell, but a strong hand caught him by the arm and steadied him.

"Whoa there, son," said a gruff voice. "You passed the test."

Gibson looked up to see an older man with a bushy beard and piercing blue eyes. He was dressed in ragged clothes and carried a large, battered suitcase.

"Test?" Gibson asked, confused.

"Yeah, we were testing your strength," the man explained. "You needed a strength of 100 to open that door. You're a tough one, I'll give you that."

Gibson looked at the man in disbelief. "But I didn't open the door. How did I pass the test?"

The man chuckled. "We have our methods of testing strength. But you passed, so that's all that matters. Welcome to the East side of Gahenna."

As the door swung open, Janks and Gibson stepped into a bustling facility. The walls were made of metal and the floor was slick with oil. People of all ages rushed past them, their faces gaunt and tired. They carried bags and baskets filled with all manner of goods, but there was no energy or enthusiasm in their movements.

Gibson saw people he recognized from the underground garbage dump, carrying piles of garbage and selling it to buyers behind glass windows. He couldn't believe that this was where they had ended up.

The air was filled with the sounds of shouting and the occasional animal noise, but there was no laughter to be heard. The facility was a place of sadness and despair, where people went about their daily business with heavy hearts.

Gibson looked down at Janks, who was staring around in wonder. Despite his young age, he was clearly intelligent and observant. But unfortunately, he was unable to speak due to his age.

Just then, a man approached them. He was tall and lanky, with a friendly smile on his face. "Welcome to Gahenna," he said. "I'm Clark. Follow me and I'll get you registered."

Without waiting for a response, Clark turned and began weaving his way through the crowd. Janks and Gibson had no choice but to follow.