Chapter Seven

With the passage of time, the beautiful light blue sky has begun to darken. The sun had already set, and the breeze of the air had begun to turn much cooler in comparison to how humid it had been before. The sounds of chattering birds, the cicadas, and the distinct birching of each leaf from its trees have all faded away. And the only thing we could hear was the noise from our automobile.

My brow scrunched as I spotted the identical path we'd taken earlier. When I knew I was correct, I tried to look out the window for a clear indication. We’re going back to Old Chatham.

In the deep shadows of the trees, I halted and diverted my gaze, inspecting the route we were heading to. Despite the darkness, my 20/20 eyesight allows me to see every patch of grass and sinkhole as if it were midday. The road was deserted save for a few abandoned vehicles and buildings and three rotten in the distance, which was to be anticipated. Of cour