Chapter 222

ALPHA ZADE

Joel coughs loudly. I strain my eyes, trying to pinpoint where he is.

The place is pitch black, even with my eyesight, I can barely make out anything except shadows. Shadows that I'm not sure are really there.

I cough, clearing my throat from the dust that entered after the fall.

"What the hell is this?" Joel voices.

I pause where I am and I can see his dark silhouette in the midst of other shadows, he standing as still as I am.

"I have no idea."

He was asking a rhetorical question obviously but I just felt the need to reply to him.

There are no possible places for ventilation here and the smell of gas lingers in the air lightly. If we don't find a way to get out of here fast, we're going to be stuck and dead in no time.

I don't know about Joel but I definitely never pictured me dying in a rat hole. It would be quite embarrassing to go out this way, and part of my new goal to make myself worthy of Feyre is the need to