PRELUDE TO BOOK II – THE DEAD GAME SERIES

Has End House returned to Oasis?

Our chanting had cast it to sea.
 
It can’t be back.
 
We can’t be under attack.

Silence fills the forest.

A cold breeze tickles my arms.

I follow the path through

a thick copse of trees.

The sky darkens.

A shadow looms in the distance.

I enter the clearing.

Seagulls cry and swoop low.

I halt by a deep hole.

The spot where End House had stood.

A hard shove

And I’m falling.

Laughter follows my descent.

I hit rock bottom. 

A tunnel stretches before me.

Light at its end.

THE DEAD GAME CONTINUES

PRELUDE TO BOOK II