Chapter Twenty-Four - Choices

It didn’t take long for the stings and bites to reach a tipping point of agony where Underbrink’s flailing form went numb. The wriggling, predatory carpet of insects that covered him began to part like a multi-legged Red Sea as darkness of another kind rose up to fill the void. Amidst the blackness, he could make out what sounded like voices - muffled at first, but voices nevertheless. Instead of crystallizing into specific words and phrases, the sounds began to dissolve in lockstep with the darkness, harsh light beginning to make inroads into his field of vision. Forms began to emerge followed by the sensation that he was seated accompanied by a feeling of restriction of movement in general.

“I hope you’ve...

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