The sky was covered in clouds, and from the torn feather - blanket of the heavens, these feathery analogues fell- just way colder and slimier. Suzy wasn’t even sure if she liked snow- her memory offered no clue about how she used to feel about it.
Right now, all she cared about was reaching that natural formation known as a cave. Behind her came the sound of panting, and Grofo caught up, matching her pace like a seasoned sprinter. He called out as they ran:
- I go in first! You’re not entering that creepy cave before me! Just this once- listens to me! -
Suzy didn’t answer- she didn’t care who went in first, as long as they got in. Pulling up her hood mid - run to protect her gorgeous hair from the snowfall, she let Roman pass her too. He picked up speed- not to beat them, but because he remembered Grofo had the group’s only weapon: a knife.
Suzy’s only tomahawk was her sharp vision (probably exaggerated in her mind), and with it, she saw Grofo disappear into the cave, just before his voice echoed back:
- Whoa! No way! This is insane! Guys, hurry- you have to see this!
Naturally, Suzy picked up the pace to meet this new mystery, while Roman grumbled:
- Great… now he’s yelling. Perfect. Pretty soon, every psycho in the area’s gonna come
Regardless, Suzy darted inside to find Grofo already waving around the beam of his flashlight. She turned on her phone light and scanned the cave walls. The moment she saw them, her grip tightened painfully around her phone. Were the mysteries just piling up? Would the tide ever go out from this endless surge?
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The cave interior wasn’t particularly impressive- no dramatic stalactites, and what was there was small and sparse. It was pretty dry and, honestly, warmer than outside. The ground was scattered with pebbles and minerals. The ceiling wasn’t oppressively low, but it didn’t feel particularly lofty either.
But who cared about that when the walls looked like this?
- Those aren’t petroglyphs, - Grofo declared firmly, in full - on science mode. - My dad talked about them, and they look way These drawings were done recently. They weren’t here the last time I was. -
Someone had gone all out to transform the cave walls into what looked like a prehistoric hunter’s outpost. Suzy saw it instantly and appreciated the concept. She ran her fingers gently along the paintings, feeling a reverent flutter in her chest- whoever made these had honored the tradition with their artistic ritual.
- This part’s done with ochre, here’s charcoal, and over there- powdered manganese, - Suzy whispered, enamored by the artistry.
Grofo nodded eagerly. He looked like he was floating on a cloud of bliss. Finally, all that boring stuff from his dad’s lectures and photos had come in handy!
So he pointed out:
- Check it out- this one’s The artist just stopped halfway. Maybe they got tired… or maybe they’re planning to come back. -
He meant the last painting on the wall. While Suzy was all inspired, Roman clutched himself and cast a worried glance back toward the entrance, whimpering:
- Maybe we should What if the artist does come back? We don’t know if they’re nice or some crazy psycho! Honestly, judging by the behavior and habits… this kinda screams ‘our dad.’
He and Grofo locked eyes. And in perfect sync, they gasped:
- OUR DAD’S A MANIAC!
Grofo’s voice cracked with indignation and he snapped:
- Oh shut up! You’re infecting everyone with your paranoia and now it’s getting to Our dad’s not a psycho- stop spiraling. -
- I’m telling you- it’s him! And he’ll come for us… because we’re his guys!
Unfortunately, Suzy wasn’t particularly concerned with the boy’s emotional turmoil, as she was in the middle of studying this modern reproduction of cave art (Suzy knew a lot of quirky words because she watched tons of educational YouTube channels and had a knowledge base well beyond her modest years).
Each drawing represented a story, linked together in a flowing sequence from one work to the next.