Despite Norman's insistence that Murphy stay at the car, he followed the agent up the incline anyway, slipping several times, but nowhere near as many times as Norman. The other man did not seem capable to climbing an even partially vertical surface, and if the situation wasn't quite so dire, he probably would have found it funny. But at the moment, they were in pain and bleeding, and there was possibly a child in danger. This was enough for Murphy to move faster than his sore bones wanted to let him, scrambling through the mud and using tree branches as leverage.
By the time he reached the top with Norman, he was covered in mud and blood had soaked through his shirt, mixing with mud and rain and generally just making him look like a horrible mess all around. Out in the rainy street, there were no cars passing. No sounds. Just eerie emptiness. Murphy scanned the area around them, and saw nothing. No child, no anything.
"Where the hell did--" he began to himself, and that's when he noticed the road. No. FUCK, no.
The road was simply broken off, ending in a deep and bottomless void near them. A sick feeling of dread and a sudden understanding of their situation sunk in, and Murphy's feelings were colder than the rain. "SHIT."
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By the time he reached the top with Norman, he was covered in mud and blood had soaked through his shirt, mixing with mud and rain and generally just making him look like a horrible mess all around. Out in the rainy street, there were no cars passing. No sounds. Just eerie emptiness. Murphy scanned the area around them, and saw nothing. No child, no anything.
"Where the hell did--" he began to himself, and that's when he noticed the road. No. FUCK, no.
The road was simply broken off, ending in a deep and bottomless void near them. A sick feeling of dread and a sudden understanding of their situation sunk in, and Murphy's feelings were colder than the rain. "SHIT."