Jeff walked closely behind Bob. He was worried because of where they were, the top of the Wuwa Buwa cliff.
“Stop losing time,” said Bob coldly, without looking at his friend. Jeff then tripped and thought to hear Bob muttering something. He groaned and got back up. Suddenly, thunder clapped, a storm was coming.
“Are you sure we should be here?” Jeff asked in his almost mechanical voice. Bob didn’t answer and just kept walking. Something was off. As they stood on the cliff, Jeff was becoming more worried. The thunder roared, making Jeff uncertain if following Bob was a good idea. The storm was becoming stronger. Then, Jeff slipped, pushed by the wind. He clutched onto a jagged piece of rock that was slowly cutting his hands.
“Bob, save me…” cried Jeff. “Help me!”
Bob looked up to the horizon, emotionless. His hands twitched and he heard an electrical zap come from his voice box. Then he looked down.
“No,” replied Bob simply. “I am Done saving you.”
Jeff’s eyes widened in horror, fear and surprise. The storm became stronger. Then, Bob kicked Jeff off. He screamed and yelled for help, but there was no answer. Bob just stared from the cliff.
Then, silence.
