The rumble of the carriage was starting to make Grey more sick than even the smell was. He wasn't someone who got motion sick often, but there was something about the swaying and lulling that was pulling him in too many different directions at once.
Though, the smell was definitely not helping.
'This isn't normal.' Grey thought with a frown.
He didn't dare to move around too much. The good news about hiding away in this carriage was the fact that they were expecting people to be alive inside of it. But he still didn't want to push his luck too much.
'They're also way too quiet…'
Grey had been ready for it, but no one in the carriage had made a single sound after he appeared. He didn't exactly look human right now. The Skrill Mask wasn't good for his charisma.
But there wasn't even the slightest groan unless he counted that look in their eyes.
Grey felt his stomach flip in his gut and his frown deepened.
'I'm not imagining this. Something is wrong.'
