Chapter 393
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Warning: If anyone thiks this story has been too light-hearted so far and wants to see it get even darker, this is the chapter for you.
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By July 17th Eve wondered if she had completed her withdrawel. She still shivered, despite the heat, but that was possibly from fear, and she still wanted a fix, but there was none around. The morlocks heard the distant gunfire. Perhaps Walker had led his crusade against Mason. Eve wondered who really won that. She figured if Christ came to judge them all, she'd assume Walker had probably won. On this day, the morlock leader gave his pack some entertainment. So far Eve at least hadn't seen the people alive, she just ate the food. On this day however the leader brought two crying infants to the camp. Not only was he planning to feed them to the pack, he wanted the infants to fight each other with knives. This made Eve angry. Even after all she'd done, this affected her conscience. She tried to stop them, she had an ally. The other morlock woman, who didn't normally get along with Eve, also fought her own leader. The fight didn't last long. Eve was knocked unconsciouss soon. When she woke up there was no sign of the infants, the other morlock girl was unconsciouss in a corner. But Eve had the awful, familiar taste in her mouth. Could they have forced it into her unconsciouss body? Even before this incident, Eve would've had to take the up escalator just to get into Hell. Eve wanted to believe there was nowhere to go but up. But the truth was, there was always more down.