Chapitre 143: CHAPTER 142

Days have grown into weeks and weeks into months. How many months? It was hard to keep count. They have been kept here for months. No communication from the outside. Not even communication with the people within the wall. It was as if the people living here were all ghosts. If only they could let him see Ema. He had not seen her for months. They had separated them and Ema had been taken to the woman's section. 

 Jeff shifted his body, turning to face the metallic wall. His mother should have told him that this place was a personal prison. She should have looked for a better place. At least we are alive. A thought said in his head. They were alive. The people that had attacked them some months back had retreated when they realized that Jeff and Ema were heading for the snake mountains. It was as if something had kept them back. Something dangerous. A force, perhaps.