["What is this place?" Hell. Divine retribution. The beginning of that terrible Netflix horror movie I watched seven times manifesting in one long fever dream.]
Santa Rosita. Somewhere in California. Beyond that, I couldn't tell you.
[Why is this kid smiling? Is he an idiot? He might be an idiot. Whelk is not smiling.]
You're the first I've seen from Henrietta. [He fails to sound pleasant when he says this.] I've been here a week.
[Yes, a week. It feels horrible to say it out loud. It can't actually be true. Surely this is just what a psychotic break feels like. Maybe he's sitting in prison in solitary confinement gone officially insane.
[He. Sighs.]
It's not somewhere you'd like to be, I can tell you that.
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Santa Rosita. Somewhere in California. Beyond that, I couldn't tell you.
[Why is this kid smiling? Is he an idiot? He might be an idiot. Whelk is not smiling.]
You're the first I've seen from Henrietta. [He fails to sound pleasant when he says this.] I've been here a week.
[Yes, a week. It feels horrible to say it out loud. It can't actually be true. Surely this is just what a psychotic break feels like. Maybe he's sitting in prison in solitary confinement gone officially insane.
[He. Sighs.]
It's not somewhere you'd like to be, I can tell you that.
[Just ask the zombie children.]