Unfortunately, Jason was right. In these dark parts, Joseph had lost all sense of geography. He couldn’t tell one house from another as they all blended into one black mass. The headache pulsing at the base of his cranium was no help either—and it was getting stronger.
”Let’s keep moving forward. If we hit a dead end, we’ll turn around and head back down the other path. There has to be a way out—this can’t go on forever.”
There was no denying it; they were stranded, with only a car and a few other things that probably weren’t of much use in this situation. Brilliant. There was that slowly rising screeching in the back of his head, also; it certainly wasn’t helping.
‘ Well, this is really fucking survival-horror to me. I could keep going on forever. Who knows? Maybe we’re the unlucky assholes who were dropped into some improv horror set. ’
