[ If someone could describe Carl as an animal, then Carl is a pure hunting dog. He tracks, he hunts, he bites and he doesn't let go. So he follows Enid, his throat dry and his hands curled into fists, still and ready. His ears are ringing, and he can hear the screams again.
Enid's explanation, brief and vague yet on point, comes down as a bell toll. The implications are spiderwebs, and Carl, who is used smelling implications from other people by now, is starting to put things together.
Most importantly: ]
I survived. I survived then.
[ At Enid's question he leans back in his chair and places his hands on his face, pulling the skin downward in his rubbing. He sighs. ]
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Enid's explanation, brief and vague yet on point, comes down as a bell toll. The implications are spiderwebs, and Carl, who is used smelling implications from other people by now, is starting to put things together.
Most importantly: ]
I survived. I survived then.
[ At Enid's question he leans back in his chair and places his hands on his face, pulling the skin downward in his rubbing. He sighs. ]
No. Only screams. Just . . . people screaming.