Chapter 7

The forest was dead quiet and for a moment all sounds were drowned. On the ground filled with prickly grass, the sun beat its unbearable warm rays.

A protrusion, a body full of unsightly ugliness, an abomination lay there. His hands, or whatever limb they were, were shivering as he slowly crept towards a black clothed man.

No, not a man anymore, but a dead body.

His head was still filled with Fergus' voice.

'Live on.'

He would fulfill his only friend's last wish. The fuckers had killed him. They had killed him for no reason. He cried while no tears came out. Slowly, he came near to Fergus's dead body.

He wailed and shrieked till his throat became dry. He then saw a gleaming object by his neck. The necklace, his friend's necklace. He grasped it with his hands and crawled forward, it was not safe here, out in the middle of nowhere.

He could almost feel the gleaming eyes of the beasts nearby, just waiting to tear his body apart.

567 crawled and crawled till his body touched water, he crawled inside further and further till he hit the bottom and was fully submerged, his skin was searing from the pain, his body was cut open from places and the cold water quenched his body and his thirst.

He lay there as his skin solidified. Without any strength left inside he just lay there in the sand, under the water.

Without his old cell.

Without food.

Without air.

Without Fergus.

Without anyone.

Time dragged on as his skin was no longer separable from the sand. He lay there, like a dead rock. In the dark murky waters of the lake, a rock, a forgotten rock lay and nobody cared. Nobody would ever know what had happened.

Nobody.......