Chapter 63 One Man Down

• In particular, the days that followed our meeting with Zoe were a rather indistinct combination of secret work and increasing nervous tension. When Chase and I moved back to my house, we took over my basement and set up shop, so to speak, for another hunt. The Curriculum walls were decorated by various maps, timelines and pieces of information linked by the red string hanging from the ceiling and growing thicker every day.
• Hidden in the middle of all these was Zoe’s notebook. We’d spent hours staring at the bizarre symbols present in the text, which looked like arrays of random combinations of numbers and letters. Together with the badly done sketches of constellations, which were as incomprehensible to us as before, no matter how much we frustrated ourselves.
• Chase threw the pen on the table with annoyance, “This is useless, we are never going to make it”. More than 3 hours had been spent on the search, and it was gradually getting to our nerves. “Perhaps, the whole thing is a myth. As in, there is no code at all, and all that we are reading are the words of a frightened girl. ”