“I don’t like it,” she said. “I don’t like it at all. This is a really bad idea.”
Mushrooms pushed up the concrete in front of us. I stepped carefully so as not to disturb anything. She stepped carefully, I supposed, because she was afraid of falling into a hole and being stuck there for the weekend until Lina came to rescue her… before flaying both of us alive.
We approached the crumbling wall as the last of the sunshine spun backwards away from us. I ignored her, because despite her constant protests, she was still following me unwaveringly. “Did you hear me? This… is going… to end badly…”