It wasn't that George just couldn't feel their arm, they couldn't feel their body at all. Shit! I can't do anything, but they don't know that....right? He thought as Blaire snickered to themselves.
"While on your own you're nothing special, that sense of smell though.....it does intrigue me....which kingdom are you a part of?"
George opened his mouth to answer but found that no words would come out. Instead he just stared at the pair with an open mouth and confused look in his eyes.
"Wont tell us ey? What are you working for that sick bastard K.M.?!" Rupert shouted, attempting to approach George, but Blaire put their hand up to Rupert's chest restraining him.
"Now, now you old fart....we can't assume that every person we capture is working for that....thing. Besides, He doesn't even look the least bit crazy. I mean c'mon." Blaire continued to explain, not wanting to lose any precious investments.
George looked past Blaire and Rupert, their argument slowly dissolving into nothingness. He stared at the world around them. Broken pieces of concrete and metal were strewn about the ground. The bench that Rupert was sitting on was just a plank of old crumbling wood hoisted by two black colored metal bars.
His eyes wandered towards the sky, which wheezed a sickly orange. Clouds of dust blow freely among the wind. George listened for the welcoming call of some kind of bird, as if hearing its song would bring at least some piece of mind to him. But as its ears rang, all he was met with was dread.
In the wake of its call, the very ground shook at George's feet. Stones jumped to get out of the way. Walls cracked and shuddered in terror. He swore he could hear the distant cry of an animal, but it didn't sound like anything he'd ever heard before.
George squinted. The surroundings seemed to melt away as he focused in on the plume of dust rising several miles from them. "Hey, sorry to interrupt your little quarrel but I think we need to go…"
Rupert was the first to look up, putting one massive hand against Blaire's snout. George could barely get another word in as he found himself in Blaire's log-like arms. Rupert gathered anything that wasn't nailed to anything else before tearing the concrete wall behind them out of the crumbling dirt.
George stared in awe at the hulking beast. Jorn Graft….I can't believe I fought him and survived… His internal monologue was soon broken by another monstrous roar. Judging by how far it was that thing was big. And fast.
"What the hell is that thing?" George asked only to be met with a stern look. Before he could get an answer though, it was already too late.
The ground beneath their feet crumbled, what used to be the solid foundation of their escape now pulled them further into despair. George swore that he heard what could only be described as a cavern heave a heavy sigh.
"You've got to be shi-" Blaire yelled at the gorge. Their voice shouted back at them, amplified by the cavern's ridges. George could only imagine what sort of creature could make a hole this large. Rupert made his way to Blaire as George's body hung uselessly over their shoulder. George could feel Rupert's colossal palm resting on his back. It felt warm- no it was burning hot!
George felt his entire body fill with this strange heat. It was as if every muscle fiber of his being was on fire. He hadn't even noticed that he was no longer over Blaire's shoulder.
"What the hell?! What'd you do to me? God damn it feels Gahhh!"
Rupert gave him a cold stare as George continued to flail about, nearly falling into the massive canyon three times.
He blinked as the warmness dulled, realizing that he could now move freely. It was strange, all Rupert had done was put his massive hand against his back and the numbness throughout his body seemed to melt away. Rupert just gave a silent nod as George approached him.
"Heh, thanks big man..." George flashed a huge smile as he patted Rupert's hairy arm.
The hell does this puny little man think he's doing, acting like we're friends... Rupert thought as George continued to pat his arm.
Huh, it feels just like a bear....but, his knees are backwards... George thought. He brushed the thick purple and navy fur that coated Rupert's forearm.
He had been so enthralled by its softness that he failed to notice the small maggots crawling along his leg.
Chapter 7 [Running away is always an option!] end.