Rocco had never felt more alone in his life. Surrounded by silence, there were no sounds aside from the ones he made himself.
He’d only made them to ensure he wasn’t deaf.
Rocco wondered about the altitude. Would he die of a heart attack on the way down?
Perhaps he’d impale himself on the jagged peaks below, or splat on a hillside like a bug on a windshield.
“Or maybe I’ll get lost & starve to death…”
The sound of his own voice startled him. Rocco glanced around to see if anyone heard, but of course they hadn’t. There was no one. Not anymore.
Not only was he lonely, but he was bored.
Rocco was beginning to regret pushing Joey.