Where the Heart Is

Ísja and Num's eyes go wide while Lani scoffs.

ÍSJA: What? No! Of course not!

LANI: A freaking portal. UGH.

ÍSJA: I'm telling the truth!

Num puts a hand on Ísja's shoulder.

NUM: Ísja.

Num shakes his head. Lani crosses her arms and looks over her shoulder at the boys.

LANI: Whatever. We're almost there. Do you need to get to a specific place in the dump, or what?

ÍSJA: Oh... The big building thing?

LANI: The old warehouse.

The trio journey onwards, getting to the outskirts of the dump where trash is piled high. A cultist holding a walkie talkie peers at them from behind one of the trash piles.

ÍSJA: Lani?

Ísja looks rather sheepish. Lani doesn't look back at him this time.

LANI: What?

ÍSJA: Sorry, I just have another question. Why's it called a street if it's a dump?

LANI: It used to be a street until people started tossing their garbage here.

The trio pass by a broken down car.

ÍSJA: Where'd they all go?

LANI: Who knows. People've been disappearing for decades. The government's probably forgotten about us by now. Not like they'd be much help now that things have gotten so bad, though.

girl i hate to tell you this but your mind is going to be blown in 15-20 minutes

Today's page is an hour early because I may or may not have forgotten to schedule it before today <3 whoops! Might as well post it now since I'm at my computer and all!


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