Quietus

J-kill and Paul ran into an unknown direction, paving through the dense forest. As they stormed through the forest, it morphed into a large open space, cluttered with rocks of different sizes. Paul had no idea about where they were headed, he just had to follow J-kill like a puppet.

“Com'on, we're getting close.” J-kill beckoned and started running towards an unpaved road surfaced with gravel. The more they get closer, the more a noticeable grin masked Paul's face. For more than three years, he had never felt such a tender joy.

“Is that it?” Paul asked when they stopped running.

“Yes! That's our way out. We're out of this forest. Woah,” J-kill yelled.

With Paul's eyebrows scrunched up, he asked, “you know about this escape route all these while?”

“I think I do, I just don't remember the way. I had to think.” He answered and walked briskly towards the gravel road.

They wandered through the road, though J-kill wasn't feeling hopeful, Paul was consumed with zestfulness, that he was fina