Okay, so, I couldn’t think of anything to blog about, and I just wrote this section of BTD that I really love. So I thought, how about if I share it with you?
Please leave a comment if you enjoy it; however, this is a first-draft version that will undergo about a million rounds of revisions. It’s not even close to polished yet. So what I’m saying, Grasshoppers, is please don’t critique it! I’m just posting it for your (hopefully) enjoyment.
Also, don’t steal it and post it somewhere else as your own, because that would be IMMENSELY LAME.
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“Why did you come with me?”
My toe catches on a root and he slows until I regain my balance. “What do you mean?” I say, even though I know what he means.
“You asked me if I was the killer.” His voice is low and rough. “You think I killed those people?”
I hesitate too long.
“No. I mean—I don’t know. It was either come with you, or try to jump out the window and maybe burn to death. You seemed like the safer option.”
“Safe. You think I’m safe?”
“I said safer. Most things seem safe compared to a raging fire. It’s not exactly a compliment.”
He picks up his pace. Even though he’s silent, his anger fills the tight space around us. I chew the inside of my cheek in frustration. Why couldn’t I keep my mouth shut until we got outside?
Each minute bleeds into the next until I lose all sense of time. The passageway winds through the earth like a worm, and a couple times I’m sure we’ve doubled back the way we came.
“How much longer?” The air is stale and I’m having trouble breathing.
A few turns later, I run into his backside. He reaches back to steady me.
“We’re here,” he says, forcing open a small square door at the bottom of a wall. Fresh air rushes in and I almost collapse with relief.