Chapter 13
Chapter thirteen
Maxon
Athrobbing sensation spreads through my temples, causing my entire head, even my gums, to ache in pain.
I tilt my head backward to rest against the stone wall, and attempt to swallow, my throat incredibly dry.
Since that deadling found its way in here, knocking over the only source of water I had, I’ve been left high and dry.
No one has come to refill it or even see if I’m alive.
I have a feeling that the creature was a test, a way to assess my will to survive.
There is no way they’d let a deadling take me out.
I am not even sure at this point how much time has passed.
A week? Two? The days blur together in the suffocating darkness, swallowed by the damp walls surrounding me.
There is no sun to mark the passing hours, no sound beyond the slow drip of water somewhere in the distance. Just silence. Just isolation.