“Please—”

The blue light went out.

The screen went black.

And as the wet earth kept falling, sealing us back into the dark, Wyatt’s breathing began to come in fast, ragged, terrified gasps beside me.

Chapter 10 — The Shovels

I do not know how long the next part lasted.

Time stopped meaning anything.

The air thickened and turned sour, and each breath cost more than the last.