"They? Who the fuck are they?" I ask, but I can already tell he's freaking the fuck out, probably doesn't know what he's even saying, and I swallow past the lump in my throat, looking around frantically like a goddamn ladder or pulley or army of rescuers might appear out of fucking nowhere. And I listen, waiting for whatever noise I'm supposed to be hearing, voices or something else, but there's nothing. Just the familiar sounds of the jungle and Mathias's panicked voice, muffled and too fucking far away.
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Date: 2011-07-07 03:06 am (UTC)"They? Who the fuck are they?" I ask, but I can already tell he's freaking the fuck out, probably doesn't know what he's even saying, and I swallow past the lump in my throat, looking around frantically like a goddamn ladder or pulley or army of rescuers might appear out of fucking nowhere. And I listen, waiting for whatever noise I'm supposed to be hearing, voices or something else, but there's nothing. Just the familiar sounds of the jungle and Mathias's panicked voice, muffled and too fucking far away.
"Danny, what the fuck's he talking about?"