About thirty minutes had passed.
We remained hidden in the mud hut, which I had sealed off completely.
To say that everyone was bone-tired would be an understatement.
Michael used his x-ray vision to determine that the fog had engulfed the entire ancient village outside, meaning the Mist Monster was very close.
As a result, we decided to stay quiet and not make a sound.
This worked in my favor since I didn't have to listen to Michael's frazzled ramblings, Ray's unfunny attempts at humor, or Vince's self-deprecating whining anymore.
Ten more minutes passed.
We began to believe we might escape this nightmare alive. Maybe we had tricked the Mist Monster. Maybe we had lost it. Perhaps we could wait it out and then hopefully run away with our lives.
…But as is often the case, expectations only prolong disappointments.
And fate, like a bad joke, decided to remind us of that fact.
Because as soon as we started to relax a bit…
—Tok! Tok! Tok!
