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Episode forty nine Progression, do not make a sound. I'll be back as
soon as I can fix it gruffly, as he pushed aside a bit of
pay and opened a compartment underneath it that blended seamlessly with the floor. Ape
immediately began descending into the darkness that awaited us, before turning to carry Zeus.
Zeus protested, pulling hard on the robot attach to his jaws. He
whined loudly, So well we bush shut that fucking beast up, but you're
all dead. Spittle sprayed from Fix's lips as he enunciated dead, prompting Abe
to rise up the stairs again, before scooping Zeus in nose arms and disappearing
into the void. Can't we just take some horses and flea no time?
Fix said as he pushed me toward the whole, Nervousness running through me at
the thought of a trap. Wouldn't that be easy to simply shove us in
a hole until backup arrived? We were armed heavily compared to the rest of
ourburn would put up a bit cornered in the dark, we would be much
easier prey. Hey must have sensed my hesitation and pop back up, grabbing
me by the ankle and tugging hard, causing me to fall. I caught
myself luckily kicking it abe to let me go as I swiveled and began to
descend as soon as my head was clear of the trap door had shut quietly,
the sounds of figs scrambling to cover it back up reaching me. Loud
thuds accentuated this. As he moved crates and barrels over the space. Dust
quickly filled the air, and I stifled a sneeze as I pushed on the
trap door, now blocked. Before I descended, the temperature dropping with each
step. Muffled yells began to filter into the space as figs footsteps rang out
crossing his living space. As he moved toward the door, it sounded as
if he flung the barn door open. My anxiety skyrocking like a trapped rap
before the tomcat struck it down. Fixed footsteps began to move toward the main
door we had entered right before he reached it. He stopped, turned and
came back toward the trap door. Before passing it, a disgruntled nay from
his horse sounded. Zusansered with a whine as Big huff and mounted his horse,
its horseshoes sounding like landslides as he kicked his horse and sprung from the
barn. The pitch black that consumed abe Zeus and I underneath the barn was
intoxicating. As we listened to the yells emanating from two miles in with no
light coming in, my brain began to produce images of its own, beautiful
colors and swirls coming to mind before I blinked them away and an attempt to
focus on what was being said, I began to scan the area, seeing
nothing before I stood and followed the outline of the cellar, doing my best
to get my bearings in the dark. Abe said no louder than the faintest
of whispers as I looked to find them. The sound had come from my
left, and although I couldn't see Abe's eyes, I knew they darted back
and forth as he listened intently to the conversations happening above. All I could
hear was muffled and with strict orders from fake did not say a word.
I concentrated on keeping Zeus calm. He had whined a few more times after
we had descended and been trapped here, but thankfully had grown quiet, shaking
like a leaf in the wind. All I could do, I realized,
despite my urge to spring forth and as fast as I could from this place,
was weight. Sitting down immediately prompted Zeus to lumber toward me, falling
into my lap. As I began to stroke his course fur. He trembled
beneath my hand, but less so with each pass. The effect he had
on me, you was helpful, doing more to call me than I thought
he would. As I leaned over and put my lips to his ear,
everything will be fine, boy, you have my word. Abe's hand wrapped
around my arm tightly. As the door above us burst open, several men
loudly entering as they talked amongst themselves, I couldn't help but look up for
a moment, watching as intently as I listened as dust and the breede rained
down on me, my eyes watering and blinking as rapidly as they could to
rend themselves of the obstructions. Would be I don't like this. I think
is one of us. He wouldn't harbor the outsiders. Don't be so fucking
stupidly own that bloody Tenant and Tomorrow saw them together not long ago. May
not be here. The fig knows where the fuck they are. Either we
find them or him and have him lead us to them. But we'll find
them. By the gods, we will find them. I don't get it
to buy I thought it, I thought this was settled. Was it not
Jacob who killed Megan? You saw the fucking body? What the fuck is
left of it? Ask yourself? Could Jacob do that with this bad fucking
hands? She was ripped to fucking pieces like some animals, you know,
Jacob the Lacey fuck. That man has hardly done a day's work since he
married Megan, barely tear his buttons open to take a piss'. I don't
know, Da Monte said. Da Monte said, And them can say what
the fuck they want, But I'm not convinced those fuckers have done nothing but
flash corn and show off. I mean, who the fuck are they?
You see him training out there? How the fuck that little guy take on
figurin win outside? This is what they are damn right, they are feeling
damn right. Now, can one of you shut them horses up while we
look around? Sticks like shit in here? They began moving across the room,
shuffling some things around in silence, outside of one crossing the room to
quite the horses. My hands gripped tightly around zeuss snout as I held a
scruff Zeus stiff as a board under my hand. Slowly they drew closer.
My heart in my throat, is blood pounded in my ears? Can you
believe Fig sleeps on this ship? A swift kick landed on the pile of
straw, scattering it across the room. Don't don't do that. That's where
the man sleeps, you ask, what's this? A scrape of a boot,
moving more straw and shifting the latch to our hiding place. Open it,
knees dropping to the floor as the latch chickled again, barely audible as
his rope shifted. Abe's hand shot out and held onto our side of the
latch. All right, the fuck are you boys doing nothing? Fig?
Just taking a look as all here you saw the outsiders last boy, you'd
better get the fuck out of here before I break you and your friends.
Don't you ever question my loyalty to this village? A digging fine, we'll
go, but I'm sure the others would love to hear about how the format
outside. By the name of Fig, help the new breed run free?
Written me again. Boy, I'll take all three of you shits. I
slowly really SEUs his snout, his tongue sneaking through the rope and onto my
fingers. You did, good, boy, I whispered to zeus, a
loud thudding coming from above. His Fig returned some things to where they belonged.
We continued to wait there in silence for several more minutes before Fig knocked
on the door. Hey, let go, and the latch opened, A
flickering candle nearly blinding as I looked up. I need you to stay in
there for a couple more hours. Take this, Fig said, as he
began to hand a large linen sacked to Abe. Fig, what the hell
is going on? Quiet boy, the whole village is out looking for you
too. With that, he shut the door once more and stopped away.
The loud grumble of my stomach tore through the dark space. Quiet, what
do you want me to do? Abe? I'm hungry. There's bread in
the bag, Abe said, as he began to untie the loose knot.
My stomach rumbled again as he tossed a loaf of bread at me before returning
to the bag. Do you have your flint steel? Yeah? I begin
to dig through my belt in between bites before handing over my flint to Abe.
Abe began to scrape the ground for kindeling before bundling it up in his
hand. Okay, I need you to set down the bread and come over
here and strike onto this pile of kindling. We can't start a fire,
Abel, choke on this smoker, catch this whole place on fire. Yes,
I know this. To Paul, he has a small candle and a
lamp in the bag. Oh. I set down my head and shifted toward
the sound of Abe's voice, holding my hand out for the flint, drawing
my cookery and preparing to strike before Abe's clammy. Skin clutched my hand and
moved it slightly higher. Don't want to catch my crotch on fire, he
said with a chuckle. As I struck the flint and sparks illuminated the small
space. It took a couple more times before the kenneling took. Once a
spark caught, it went up nearly instantly, Abe scrambling as quietly as he
could to light the candle before it burned out. Once lit, Abe put
the candle into the lamp, blocking the now blinding light from emanating upward and
more outward. Oh, the flight was invigorating, bit blinding. Momentarily,
as my eyes adjusted to the dancing shadows it now cast. Anything else in
the bag, Abe rummage threw it again, before producing another loaf of bread,
a spare candle of falling apart book, and a loose slip of paper.
Abe immediately began analyzing the paper. It is a note from Dumay.
How do you know what her writing looks like? I don't, but she
is one of the few people in Arbor I can confirmed and write. And
it looks rather effeminate, making an assumpshion year. What does it say?
Abe's face looked more grim than I'd ever seen, the shadow under his eyes
cast by the candle adding to it run a fuck. The thudding of fixed
footsteps woke me in a jolt, pushing Zeus off me. As my eyes
blinked away to sleep. Her candle had burned down almost nothing, but provided
enough light for me to see. Abe was awake, most likely never having
fallen asleep. As I scanned the remaining area, seeing our supplices packed and
tidy ready to go, the latch above us opened and big pie den a
candle in one hand. But boys, we don't have much time. Abe
was on his feet in an instant, my less limber body following suit as
quickly as I could, strapping on her packs. Abe ascended Thick, holding
the latch open for him as I struggled up the steps with zeus. Thick,
what is going on? Stop asking me? Boy, I don't know.
All I know is what is going to happen. You two are going
to get on this horse, Thick said as he pointed to his largest stallion
loaded with two small packs of supplies and leave. The village is on high
alert and there are centuries pace in the compound. With Abe here, I
figured you could make it past them rather easy, as long as you're patient
and quite, he finished, while staring at me. Quite as a house.
Abe scoffed, before loading our packs onto the back of the stallion,
the added weight doing nothing to ease it's obviously tense demeanor. A padded it's
back and it huffed before he returned his attention to fig what is the easiest
route? Head northwest? That is the general direction of the minds. Once
you're out in the wilderness, you're on your own. Don't speak to anyone,
don't trust anyone. If you do, it will lead back to arbor.
There will be a hunting party on her tail. I don't understand this.
We were in our fucking beds when they dragged that guy out and murdered
him. Why are we even suspected of such a thing. Fake's temper obviously
flared at the word murder, but he controlled it because most people here simple
minded, trying their best to get through their lives with some semblance of happiness.
When those in charge point fingers, they don't second guess. But you
know it wasn't us, right, I don't know anything anymore, d Paul.
I'd like to think it wasn't. If you had any doubt in your
mind, why would you help us? It just seemed like the right thing
to do. You boys didn't do it. No, if anyone finds out
you helped us, there's gonna be consequences. I know you act like I
don't I know what I'm doing. Don't question me again and saddle the fuck
up. Hey, but I didn't argue. Climbing on the back of the
stallion an inching at the door, Vick took position by the main door,
gripping the handle before stopping to look at us. Don't forget due northwest and
as fast as you can. Don't stop until you hit the wood by the
gods. Don't delve too deep. Skirt the edges, but it should provide
enough cover for you and boys. I hope this is not the last time
we see each other. I've grown fond of you. Dick didn't wait for
a response as he opened the door, abe kicking our horse's sides as it
flung itself into the night. We were no more than a hundred yards away
from FIG's barn when we were spotted. A guardsman yelled, the ringing of
the bell following seconds later. I clung the ape tightly as he held the
reins, laying low against the horse's neck as he veered off the main road,
cutting between two small buildings, he feared between several more expertly as he
made his way northwest, judging by Amar's guiding light. Outside of stars,
I was blind, mind the galloping of the horse, jolting me enough that
everything we passed was nothing but a blur. How far are we? Abe
Rosen scanned, before quickly turning his shift, nearly knocking me off the horses.
I gripped with all my strength, the wines of Zeus, piercing through
the sound of the galloping hoofs as the whistle of an arrow finally reached my
ears, too late, as the whistle grew closer before Abe leaned further away,
my feet the only thing hooking to his body as his hand closed tightly
on the arrow that almost struck our horse, Abe throwing the arrow to the
side and grabbing my foot in one smooth motion, yanking me back onto the
horse. I forward. I gripped tighter as we cleared the last of the
buildings. As we picked up speed, dust filled my mouth as we raced
across the open plane, s toward pitch black that even the light of Aurelia
could not pierce the wood. Abe shifted in the saddle and nudged the horse
further northwest, aiming to use the darkness that night provided to get further away
before entering. His gut rang true with mine. As I risked another look
behind us, the settlement of Arbor had come to life as it lit up
like a beacon, the clang of the bells slowly fading as I turned back,
slinking low to avoid the wind blurring my vision further. Well, y'all,
that concludes episode forty nine of You Are All Alone progression. While on
this mission of ours, the progression must be made, but often you want
it to happen on your own terms, and unfortunately it doesn't appear to be
that way for DuPaul and Abolon. The timeline is shifted and our protagonists are
hurtling toward a new danger that they can hardly comprehend. They're truly about to
see how life from the frontier is, where you're a victim of circumstance and
no amount of prior knowledge will do the trick to save your lives. We're
rapidly approaching the big episode five oh and as a February of this year,
we've reached four years of You Are All Alone. I cannot believe I've been
doing this for four years. And for those of you that have been here
since the beginning, thank you. This has been the story to tell.
But as I've mentioned prior, I've been itching to get to this part,
and it will not disappoint if you're newer to the show or a former listener
who listened and came back, thank you for listening, and I just wanted
to put in your ear that a second mini arc is coming to your ears.
I'm still remastering older episodes. I started with episode one, and currently
as of last month, that is February twenty twenty two, I put out
episode of thirteen, the Chase. Once I get to a point where I
feel comfortable, I will stop doing the remastered episodes. My guess is around
sixteen or seventeen, maybe even eighteen, and I'll finish the second and third
mini arc and basically compile a fourth mini arc, and then compile a major
arc that'll be every episode of You Are All Alone, with all intros and
outros and pretty much everything removed outside of the barebone story. The whole point
of remastering. As I just said, it's been four years, as I've
gotten a lot better at this. That first episode I put out was quite
atrocious, so I had to go back and fix it. But we'll get
to a point where I feel like the changes will be negligible, so I
don't see the point remastering all episodes until probably episode thirty. I may pick
and choose certain episodes that are my favorite, such as episode twenty eight,
to remaster, but we shall see how I feel and the next couple of
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