Cha 2: After Hours

Rough draft of novel. Chapter 2

Chapter Two: After Hours
I come to an all white hallway, less dizzy than I had been a moment ago. Abnormally high
ceilings, abnormally dark and quiet. There seemed to be a light shining down every mile,
the rest, I was on my own, I suppose. One young girl creaked through the door behind me,
just a moment later, the coffee shop was closed, the mountains quiet, the eagle had landed for the
night, with the last slam and clang of the metal door, and large footsteps getting more quiet as
the last person left. I had no choice but to continue, I couldn’t rest here, but I wasn’t sure
why I was still here at all.
“Hi” she said, seeming to know me already, as she made eye contact briefly, then rummaged
Around in her bag while holding her coffee and pastries in the other hand.
“I’m glad you’re here, I didn’t want to do this walk alone, again”.
“Where are we, exactly”? I asked.
“Here” (cha 1) said.
“Where is here”?
“That’s what it’s called, it’s called the here. We never knew what else to call it, so it stuck.”
“Oh”, I said confused.
“How long is it?” I asked. Saving the “who are you” and “who am I” and “how do you know
me” questions. This whole thing has been weird enough already, and I’m probably dreaming
anyway, and since I wasn’t waking up anytime soon, I went with it.
“Just as long as last night” she said. Finally finding her flashlight, and looking up at me
With a friendly smile. Her long blonde hair falling in her face from a loosely tied ponytail.
“I really hope tonight’s the night” she said.
“The night for what”? I said
“When we get out of here”.