THE FOOTPRINTS. Journey of no return.

CHAPTER 80: THE GAURS ARE DOWN

He hardly saw light even in the daytime., why then would it be called a dark room if it wasn't dark? He never knew when it was morning or evening, all he knew was that he had been there for a long time, maybe even a year! He put his eye in very close proximity to the line that divided the two doors to see whose light was lingering around his cell.Little did he know, however, that there was still an ember of hope flickering in the dark corners of his confinement.

Sticking keys was not a difficult task and in a better situation compared to the one Khalodi found himself where there was no torch and shaky hands , nimble as she proved to be, in no time the dark room was opened. Marx couldn't believe his eyes, it was Khalodi! He couldn't contain his joy, he wasn't forsaken after all, he still had loyal men. They hugged, Marx received strength from nowhere, he patted his back with so much energy and had a lot of questions to ask.

Can you walk around? Khalodi asked happily

He nodded still ga