Chapter 7
Electronics and water very rarely mixed well, and to that end Keston’s phone was dead. As dead as he may have been if Ness ignored his frantic attempt to avoid drowning. Of course, that happened yesterday, and though he’d fallen into bed worried about someone breaking in while he was vulnerable, Keston’s tired, aching body beat out his mind and he fell into a fitful sleep.
One filled with Technicolor replays of what nearly wound up as his final chapter. With one exception, of course, being rescued from the murky depths by a creature, something with little sharp teeth, grabbing him the collar of his shirt. Not the hand of a human. Nightmares, nothing more.
When morning came around, Keston rolled out of bed well after the arrival of the sun to find it burning off a ground huggin
