The group of eight had entered the fifth floor and the vibe in the path told them it was not going to be easy. Even with the limelight lamps, the darkness could not be chased out and the murky, strangling feeling brought them the memories of the past.
They walked slowly, conversing now and then. Infectors had come after them a couple of times, but with every one of them together, they solved it pretty easily.
Abruptly, Anton stopped in his tracks. He put his and smelt making noises that could be heard by everyone else that he was trying to find some smell.
"What's wrong?" Wrik asked, raising an eyebrow. After what Tanya unfolded, he had been silent the entire time, and the same was true for Tanya. She had not conversed with anyone other than a few yes, no and nod. The others had noticed that yet they had not asked yet, perhaps thinking it was not a place to ask something like that.
