Page 292 of Chaos has a Name
The crazy came out to play. It looked like tomorrow was going to be a race to figure out if anyone knew what was going on, and to follow the clues they had.
It was two people.
Well, that narrowed it down.
The reservation wasn’t huge, but there were about one thousand Natives who came and went who called this place home.
This task was daunting.
For.
Sure.
Now, as he was standing there checking out the ominous words, Gene knew what he needed to do.
“I have to notify Ethan. He needs to see this so he can work it into his profile. We can’t miss a single thing going forward. If we do,” he said, pointing at the words.
Yeah, tell him about it.
The reservation wasn’t welcoming them home. It was about to be gunning for them.
Once the people behind this realized they’d taken their skulls, it was going to get spicy. If this was a single family, passing down this task from generation to generation, taking the old skulls would be just as insulting to them.
It was time to buckle up.
The bumpy road didn’t only have potholes.
It had landmines.
“Go for it,” he said, scanning the interior of the creepy cave while Gene did just that.
Gene took a picture, and sent it to his mate along with a text.
‘Heads-up, EJ. We have one hell of a problem. We found this on the inside of the cave where Elizabeth had been left. It’s ominous.’
When he hit send, the words were still disturbing to him as he stared at the picture he’d just sent Ethan.
‘You are angering The Hollow. The wrath of our ancestors is now upon you.’
Yeah, Gene had that bad feeling in the pit of his stomach that this was going to escalate, and fast.
It always did.
Know who also didn’t like the words scrawled in the blood on the cave wall?
Ethan.
When the text came in, he read it over, and showed Callen, who was nearby.
Predictably, Ethan was a man on the edge, just like the rest of them.
‘She’s not to go anywhere alone, and I want security on her at all times. I don’t care if she’s annoyed. That’s not something we need to poke. Someone is unhinged.’
Yeah, tell them something they didn’t know. There was no doubt this person was out of their damn mind. The proof was in the mark they’d put on Elizabeth, how they were eating people, and now this.
The cuckoo was cuckooing.
That was for damn sure.
