“Yeah, I’m not looking. There’s not enough money, or horses on this planet to make me get a good look at the horrors we’ve put ourselves smack dab in the middle of, Gamble.”
He laughed.
How could he not?
“Okay, well, keep your eyes closed,” he said. “I’ll make sure we’re okay.”
That’s when Poe buried his face in his neck again, and hid. His hands were still beneath his shirt, and he was breathing heavily.
Poe was legitimately freaking the fuck out.
When he flicked the lighter on, Gamble looked around.
Oh, shit.
There were spiders, centipedes, and worm like things crawling on the mossy walls. Thankfully, they weren’t touching anything.
Most of them were poisonous.
“What is around us?” Poe finally asked.
Well…
Yeah…
“Let’s just say you’re going to be very glad you didn’t look,” he said, seeing spider webs, and just beyond it, a corridor.
At his words, he whimpered.
“It’s okay. Hey, just hold onto me, and let me walk us through this. It goes somewhere,” he offered.
“To Hell. It goes to Hell,” he warned. “I may not survive this. I don’t know how you dealt with things like this. I’d cry every night.”
He laughed.
The man was funny.
“I’ve been there, Poe. This isn’t really Hell. It’s more like a haunted house. I’ve got you,” he said. “You just walk with me, keep your eyes closed, andDON’T TOUCH THE WALLS.”
He gasped.
What was this?
Now, he needed to at least ask.
Why?
He was an idiot.
“What’s on the walls?” he inquired, against his better judgment.
My dude didNOTwant to know.
Gamble said one thing.
“Friends.”
Oh, Jesus.
