"Um… can I ask something?" Chris suddenly spoke up, unable to hold it in any longer. "This compound you're talking about—does it have someone named Joe Walker?"
"Joe Walker?" The older man from earlier—George—blinked in surprise. "You mean Old Joe?"
"You know him?!" Chris rushed forward, grabbing George by the shoulders, eyes wide with hope.
"Uh… there is someone in the compound named Joe," George said, a little startled. "But I don't know if he's the one you're looking for."
"Can you tell me how old he is? What he looks like?" Chris asked carefully, trying to keep his voice steady.
"Now that you mention it… you actually kinda look like him," George said, squinting. "You wouldn't happen to be his son, would you?"
"Yes! I am! I'm his son!" Chris said, his voice trembling with excitement. "So my dad's really in the compound?"
"He—"
"George!" Harris suddenly barked, cutting him off.
Boom!
A dull thud echoed across the field as Harris's body was sent flying.
Pfft—
