Zera held on to the fit of cough that was about to come out of her lungs. She hoped she had done the right thing; if not, she and Beatrix would be doomed.
While crawling on all fours, Zera wished she was also heading somewhere and not blindly moving along. She would have appreciated some lighting too.
Zera was sure that the dust already clung to her clothes. Several series of pipes and wirings were not missed by the little thing she could make out of currently, and she was only following where her instincts told her to go.
And the main thing was that they were no longer at the mercy of their enemy. Zera could tolerate the cramped space and dust as long as she and Beatrix didn't have to fight for survival.
Resolve to calm her thoughts, Zera went on. Beatrix followed behind her. She knew they needed to find an exit, though.
