No one saw the two of them fall from the cracked Earth above. It could have been their silence that allowed them to go unnoticed, it could have been the fact that they weren't the first to just 'drop in,' it may even have been that everyone else was in extreme agony and self-pity, too concerned with their own situation to give a shit about two meaningless 'lost souls', huddling together, scared and stupid. Most likely though, it was just because no one was looking up.
"Again, I'm so sorry for pulling you down here. Things were crazy and I just grabbed on to the closest stud muffin," apologized Dickie. Jeff brushed it off, "hey, it's cool. Honestly, I always wondered what it was like down here." The two laughed foolishly, for their cackles carried a great distance in their new environment.
A noise, at once both harsh and caring, came from a rock to the couple's right.
"Holy shit! What the fuck was that!" Exclaimed Dickie in a quick, panicked voice. Her face and shoulders matched her terse phrase, scrunching upwards.
"Jeff?...Dickie?....Is that you?"
Jeff questioned the rock, "A talking rock? Who are you?"
"It's me, R.J., I'm not a rock you retard." R.J. came from behind the rock, scared and severly confused.
"Hey kiddo, what are you doing here?" Dickie inquired.
"I don't know, the last thing I remember was my uncle Larry letting me drive his Big Rig. I must have lost control. Now I'm in Hell....this sucks."
Jeff, realizing R.J.'s role in his own situation, proclaimed in a soft voice, "You son of a bitch."
...to be continued
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