It had been hours.
Lost.
Hiding, while they searched for me.
I was weary from the terror.
Hopeless; past giving up.
Ready to reveal myself and accept what was going to be.
I hadn’t heard them for a while.
But there was no way they would let me go.
Not now.
That I hadn’t heard them didn’t mean they weren’t there.
They would not give up.
They knew I was here.
That I could not leave without them knowing.
As I was about to crawl out of the space, a message came through on my phone.
Perhaps hope, then.
I’d waited for hours for a reply.
where are you?
are you okay?
They arrived in a stream, the messages.
your message scared me
are you okay?
where are you?
please tell me where you are
I opened What3Words.
If I could send my location, they might yet be able to get me out.
Perhaps hope.
Perhaps—
My location appeared on the screen.
The 3 words.
A chill turned my blood solid.
I could do nothing but look at the words.
///look.behind.you
vss #77
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