Phoenix Maplewood all those empty rooms

sega inclines his head once, slow and understanding.

mm. i know that road, he says quietly. i had to go too.

his gaze drifts back toward the valley, distant but certain.

walk long. search long. then… i stop runnin’. a small huff, almost a breath of a laugh. this place call to me. i call it home now.

he looks back to the pale-eyed traveler, steady.

maybe road bring you somewhere too. even if you not see it yet.

he glanced over his shoulder, the wafting of a carcass looming close. one of angel's kills. hungry?