Chapter 13, everybody! In which the third law of Thermodynamics is demonstrated….
Don't Starve © 2013 Klei Entertainment
Portal © 2007 Valve
The doors fell off their hinges.
"Wow," Willow noised.
"Yes," Wilson agreed slowly.
It was his chamber, and Wilson could see how it had been before—
Arching ceiling, too far for them to see—
But it was open to sky now, with vines draping down—
Cables black as night draping everywhere—
But now they were ash-gray….
"Wow," Willow noised again.
Wilson seized up—he had followed the cables to their inevitable end.
There was a body lying there.
"Is he dead?" she whispered, clutching his arm.
"I…I don't know," he murmured. "I think so…."
They carefully edged around, never facing away from him, slowly getting closer….
Wilson was mildly surprised to note that he did not show the same level of ruin that the rest of his chamber did.
That was worrisome.
If he were standing, he would have been at least a head taller than Wilson, and even thinner—bones were visible through the rather translucent, pale skin. The ash-gray cables trailed down, attaching to his back, the back of his head, the back of his hands—
The way he moved around—like someone else was pulling the strings—
He was facedown, and Wilson was perfectly content to leave him that way—if he had flipped that sprawled body over, he would have been afraid that the eyes would open, revealing those black sclera and yellow irises, that he would launch upward to throttle him, still spewing hate—
"Wilson."
Wilson shook himself, looked at Willow; nudged her, indicating a staircase half-hidden by a fallen panel.
"Come on," he said. "Let's go."