Somewhere Without Evil

In the darkness, Philip dreamed of a butterfly. Fluorescent light sprinkled down as it flew in the red sky. He slowly opened his eyes. His sword hilt was warm from his body heat as he gripped it tightly. Heavy curtains covered the window, blocking the hot light. In the dimness, he saw Colt's eyes. They were bloodshot as if he had not slept in a long while. His hair was messy as well and he looked like a beggar.

"What time is it?" Philip asked.

"One in the afternoon."

"Oh, I slept for so long," Philip murmured. He reached out and opened the curtains a crack. Sunlight fell on his old face, illuminating some fatigue and weakness. The veins under the skin were dark green. It was the toxic poison that had seeped into his body and lay on his bones like maggots.