This is probably one of the safest places right now. You've got a while before it all goes to hell. Too much to go into now, but evil originated in this very spot, centuries ago. To answer your question, we're somewhere in Wyoming. Ling grunted, wiping at the mess he left on her thigh. I've missed you more than you know, Ling.Īsshole. Where are we? Ling asked, noticing her shorts were down around her ankles. A chill filled the air, like nothing she ever felt before, and it tasted like copper. In an open field, the sky filled with ominous clouds, Ling sat up, trying to get her bearings. She had no idea how long unconsciousness claimed her. It only lasted a millisecond, but it long enough for her to curse Mister Hollow and wish for death. She felt her every nerve ending scream as she was pulled to the future. It was more like a screaming pit of pain and despair. But, that's not how she would have described it.
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