"Wait, so you accidentally became the President of the Pit!? Ba… Bahaha… Hahaha!!"
Harvey's laughter reverberated and echoed through the now somewhat barren base. With the unexpected cold wrapping around their bodies, the Pit Locals decided to go back inside the Portal.
The climate in the Pit had always been somewhat tropic, and with the winter's veil so close to covering the country, the nights were abnormally cold for their untrained bodies. Now, only the soldiers, as well as the remaining surviving Prisoners, were outside. Most of the Locals decided to spend the night back in their original home.
However, they made a silent promise… that tomorrow, they would be sleeping in the world that was hidden from them.
Van and the group were huddled up around a fire, all having their own conversations.
"But…" Harvey's laughter then ceased as he let out a stuttered breath, "Did… you really kill someone?"
