Kapitel 145: I'm not...but maybe I am

LANCE

No one knows. No one cares.

At least I hope so.

I hope no one knows I'm here dragging skeleton asses with me carrying my shrunken alien friend and two wounded comrades.

I hope no one cares, especially the house owners of the basement we crash and slept the night into.

I can't take my mind off the bodies littering in the ground. Buried probably five to ten feet beneath the soil.

I can't take the horrid possibility that those bodies has to do with Jesper... If it isn't, he wouldn't act that scared right?

And who was that man with crooked glasses? He seems to recognize me. No - he seems to recognize ny skeletons... As if they are the by product of blessings.

A big rock made me stumble and hit my face straight to a tree trunk. My nose hurts. My knees crack.

My leg is sending painful throb to the deepest part of my brain. I wobbled. I tried to stand up but a single twitch in my leg makes me stifle a horrified scream.