Hands shaking with fear, he slowly parted the bush.
No one.
The footsteps disappeared inexplicably, as if its owner had simply stopped existing. What he found instead, on the ground, was another piece of paper. He crouched down and picked it up.
Attn: Lizard
Meet: Urgent
The basement: 505
The creases and folds in the paper were identical to the paper he had thrown on the ground in the cave. But what was it doing here? Confused, he scrunched the paper and put it back in his pocket before standing back up.
He continued staring at the ground thinking about the contents in the paper before looking up. He froze when he saw a spindly, stooped man in a torn army jacket sitting on a rock in a corner of a shallow cave. His heart raced when he realized he was standing at the mouth of the cave and who the man sitting on the rock was.
This wasn't possible. It just wasn't.
The man - himself from a few moments ago - seemed to notice his presence. Before the man could take a proper look at him, he turned and ran.830Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyVtoGEVzBN
