Wood.
Sturdy wooden Walls.
P:”There are gaps.”
R:”A moment.”
Assault?
No Shots.
No Explosions.
Not a single dumb-ass.
P:”What are we looking for?”
R:”Watch.”
P:”?”
They are watching us.
He’s still.
They won’t attack.
They won’t?
R:”What do you see?”
P:”Walls.”
R:”…”
P:”Wooden walls.
They are not continuously dispatched.”
Why do they erect them?
R:”…”
He steps back slightly.
I’ll just do that.
They don’t attack.
Where are they hidden?
He said they were here.
Where?
They build these walls around this place.
That’s their settlement.
The walls are well made.
R:”What are you-“
If you touch them.
R:”Hey.
Stop it.”
If you punch them.
R:”Why are you doing this…”
These walls are well made.
Wood.
Vines.
Flowers.
All arranged to stay.
Just like that.
P:”…”
R:”?”
P:”You’re wondering.”
R:”I… do.”
P:”Truth is…
I don’t know what I’m doing.”
R:”Ah, of course.”
P:”Right?”
He locks my head under his arm.
He stabs my abdomen.
R:”Stay here for now.”
P:”…”
R:”1 of them should appear soon.”
P:”…Dead…”