Conduit

[Zorolo]

The voices… the cries of the damned… they rushed into his head so loudly it made the man bit his lip. A bit of blood trickled from his lip as he tried to shake the sounds off. It had been awful… Zachary ill had such feelings of something. Things were bad… very, very bad! It left his body cold… unmoving. He simply curled into a ball and stayed there quietly. Exhaustion and fear penetrated deep into his spirit… Moving, at this point, was unlikely. His spirit had been broken by the terror he had just witnessed.