I sat on the shore, to the beautiful red and black liquid lake of absolute disgust, watching over to the horizon, as far as I could.

  Rot, rot... And actually some weird looking trees, that feel like they've got polio spread out in front of me until the edge.

  "What are you doing here?" Peko, King Kuntakku stood next to me.

  "Thinking." I spoke without turning my head back.

  "May I ask again what?" He came closer, sitting besides me.

  "Don't want to be rude... But not now, please."

  Peko doesn't press further. He puts his hand on my shoulder, looking at the horizon alongside me.

  I keep sitting, leaning on my hands behind me, chewing on a piece of metal I accidentally picked a little while ago.

  I clear my throat. "So, who starts?"

  I turned my head to him.

  Peko's face was weary. I knew that look. Would I look like it if I was a dog too?

  "What do you want to talk about?" Peko retreats his hand.

  "Maybe from how I'm here, and where even I am." I reply.

  Peko shivered at the question, but didn't shy his gaze away.

  "We don't know. None of us do. Different reasons, different times, but we all started appearing here. And I thought sticking together would be best strategy to survival." He spoke.

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  "And I'll assume that most of them got trough something terrible before falling or spawning here?" I spat the metal into the beautiful lake in front of me.

  "Yes." He nodded.

  "I counted 50-ish...people, is that all? And how long have you guys been here for?"

  "No." He looked down. "There were more before me. Most of them left. About... Seven people said they're getting out, and went in different directions away from here."

  A flicker of fear in his eyes.

  "Over last 4 weeks I've been here for, I've met over hundred people that decided to stick together here. Other hundred who decided to go away... And others who." His pupils dialate a little. He doesn't complete. I don't push.

  "From what I have gathered... This place is very big. One of the girls said she traveled over one thousand miles in last few months, and yet found no way out."

  He grabbed his keychain, a green emerald on it.

  I fall back on my back, lying on the ground, looking up at the sky, the sheer amount of repulsiveness of it, not affecting me anymore.

  "Why did you attack me?" I asked, looking at my hand, raised up in sky.

  He kept staring at me on the ground.

  I wonder if I'm looking stupid right now. Not that bothered me anymore.

  "There was an attack yesterday." He spoke, voice sore, and filled with grudge. "It killed half of us."

  I rested my hand, then gazed at him.

  "I was out, scouting." He spoke again, his furry hands clutching the edge of the shore. "If only I-"

  "Take my advice. Don't think about what if's until you're dead or want to die." I grab his arm, tightening my grip.

  He didn't speak. Then he slowly Loosened his grip.

  I left his hand. "Who attacked?"

  "It was a robot. But it looked mostly human from outside." His voice started deepening. "I didn't realize even with my scent until I tore its guts open" He continued, his voice turning more intense, eyes glowing wrong. "Then I put my hands in... Pulled out the wires of the damn robot." His body starting to shiver. "And then I-"

  "Peko." I got up.

  He paused, then looked at him.

  He turned his face toward me, eyes still twisted wrong.

  Then I make a fist.

  Upper cut. Right to his jaw.

  He stumbles, then lookes back, a hand on his locket.

  I don't change my gaze.

  He started. Then stopped. His grip loosened on his locket.

  "You out of it, now?" I tapped his chest with my fist.

  "Yes. Sorry."